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 vale.

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 vale.

How sweet on a clear, Sabbath morning to list to the clear ringing bell.

It's tones so sweetly are calling, oh, come to the church in the vale.

There, close by the church in the valley, lies one that I loved so well.

She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, 'neath the willow, disturb not her rest in the vale.

There, close by the side of that loved one, 'neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom,

When the farewell hymn shall be chanted, I shall rest by her side in the tomb.