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 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 So 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 Come come come come Come to the church in the Wildwood... (I had a bird he flew away and I guess he's gone to stay But I see him winging on his way my flyaway bird named Yesterday)