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 dale
How sweet, on a clear Sabbath morning
To listen to the clear ringing bells
Its tones, 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 dale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
There, close by the church in the valley
Lies one that I loved so well
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, beneath the willow
Disturb not her rest in the vale
There, close by the side of that loved one
Beneath the trees where the sweet flowers bloom
When the farewell hymn shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb
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