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 vale
Come to the church in the wildwood
O come to the church in the dale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
How sweet on a bright Sunday morning
To list to the clear ringing bell
How tenderly sweet is the warning
As it calls to the church in the dell
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It was here in the church in the wildwood
We knelt with our mother in prayer
In the long gone days of our childhood
Come and meet her in memory there
From the church in the valley by the wildwood
When day fades away into night
I would fain from this spot of my childhood
Wing my way to the mansions of light
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