There's a church in the valley by the wildwood No lovelier spot in the dale No place is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale
Come to the church in the wildwood Oh, come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale
Oh, come to the church in the wildwood To the trees where the wild flowers bloom Where the parting hymn will be chanted We will weep by the side of the tomb
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How sweet on a clear sabbath morning To list to the clear ringing bell Its tones so sweetly are calling Oh, come to the church in the vale
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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