there s a church in the valley by the wildwood no lovelier place in the dale no place 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 bells its tones so sweetly are calling oh come to the church in the vale 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 vale 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 there close by the side of that loved one neath the trees where the wild flowers bloom when the farewell hymns shall be chanted i shall rest by her side in the tomb 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 vale