(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning
(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
There, close by the church in the valley
(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church by the wildwood
There, close by the side of that loved one
(Oh, come, come, come, come)
Come to the church 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
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
To listen to the clear ringing bells
Its tones so sweetly are calling
Oh come to the church in the vale
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
Lies one that I loved so well
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, 'neath the willow
Disturb not her rest in the vale
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
'Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom
When farewell hymns shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale