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.

Chorus
(oh, 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.
How Sweet On A Clear Sabbath Morning,
To List'n To The Clear Ringing Bells;
It's Tones Are So Sweetly Calling,
Oh Come To The Church In The Vale.


Chorus
(oh, 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, Close By The Church In The Valley,
Lies One That I Loved So Well;
She Sleeps, Sweetly Sleeps, 'neath The Willow,
Disturb Not Her Rest In The Vale.


Chorus
(oh, 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, Close By The Side 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.


Chorus
(oh, 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.