Oh--, come, come, come, come.
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 vale.
2. How sweet on a bright Sabbath morning
To listen to the clear ringing bell;
Its' tones so sweetly are calling,
Oh, come to the church in the vale.
3. 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.
4. There close by the side of that loved one
'Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom
Wehn the farewell hymn shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb.
5. Oh come to the church in the wildwood
Where day slips away into night.
I would feign from my home in the wildwood,
Wing my way to the mansions of light.