The church in the wildwood

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 dale

Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in 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 dale

How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning
To listen to the clear ringing bell
Its tones so sweetly are calling
Oh, come to the church in the dale

There, close by the side of the loved one
'Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom
She sleeps, sweet love sleeps, 'neath the willow
Disturb not her rest in the tomb