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