Church In The Wildwood - Cynthia Clawson, Charlotte Ritchie, Wesley Pritchard

Come to the church by 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 listen to the clear ringing bells

It’s tones so sweetly are calling

Oh, come to the church in the vale

Come to the church by 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 she sleeps 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 vale

Come to the church by 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 site 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

Come to the church by 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

As the little brown church in the vale