There's a church in the valley by the wildwood,
No lovlier spot in the dale;
No place 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 vale;
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
Whose thoughts{?} so sweetly are calling
Oh, come to the church in the vale
Oh,come,come,come,come
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.