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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