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 dail
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 dail
(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the dail
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
There, close by the church in the
Valle y
Lies one that I loved so well
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, ' neath the willow
Disturb not her rest in the vale
Oh, close by the side of that loved
One
' behind the tree where the sweet flowers bloom
When farewell hymns shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb
(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
Oh, come to the church in the dail
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
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Writen by yohany mtui
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Writer(s): Pitts, Mantovani
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