Theres 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 dell
Oh, come to the church by 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 dell
How 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 dell
There, 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 dell
There, close by the side of that loved one Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom When the farewell hymn shall be chanted I shall rest by her side in the tomb