Come to the church by 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 listen to the clear ringing bells
It's tones so sweetly are calling
Oh, come to the church in the vale


Come to the church by 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


There she sleeps close by the church in the valley
Lies one that I love so well
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, neath the willow

Disturb not her rest in the vale

Come to the church by 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


There close by the site of that loved one
Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom

When farewell hymns shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb


Come to the church by 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
As the little brown church in the vale