The Church In The Wildwood

There's a church in the valley by the wildwood, no lovelier place in the dale, no spot is so dear to my childhood, as the little brown church in the dale. Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wildwood, oh, come to the church in the dale. No spot is so dear to my childhood, as the little brown church in the dale. How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning to listen to the clear ringing bell, it's tones so sweetly are calling, oh, come to the church in the dale. Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wildwood, oh, come to the church in the dale. No spot is so dear to my childhood, as the little brown church in the dale. There, close by the side of a loved one, ’neath the trees where the wild flowers bloom, she sleeps, sweetly sleeps, ‘neath the willow, disturb not her rest in the tomb. Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wildwood, oh, come to the church in the dale. No spot is so dear to my childhood, as the little brown church in the dale. Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wildwood, oh, come to the church in the dale. No spot is so dear to my childhood, as the little brown church in the dale.