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