D         G
There's a church in the valley by the wildwood,
    D                    C
No lovelier place in the dale.
   C                       G
No place is so dear to my childhood,
        D                          G
As the little brown church in the dale.


 
D   G 
How sweet, on a clear Sabbath morning,
    D                          G
To listen to the clear ringing bells.
     C                      G
Its tones, so sweetly, are calling:
     D                        G
Oh, come to the church in the vale.

   
     G
Oh, come, come, come, come,

Come to the church in the wildwood,
     D                        G
Oh, come to the church in the dale.
    C                      G
No spot is so dear to my childhood.
       D                         G
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.