There's a church in the valley by the wildwood.

Don't love me, you're spot in the dale.

No place is so dear to my childhood as the little brown church in the bay.

Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wild hood.

Oh, come to the church in the fair.

Those bodies so dear to my childhood, as the little brown church in the bay.

How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning to listen to the clear ringing bell.

His tones so sweetly are calling, O come to the church in the vein.

Come to the church in the wild.

Oh, come to the church in the vale.

dear to my childhood as the little brown church in the bed.

Oh, come, come, come, come, come to the church in the wild.

Oh, come to the church in the pale.

Those bodies so dear to my childhood at the little brown church in the bay.

No spot is so dear to my childhood as the little brown church in the bay.