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
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Church In The Wildwood
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