Church In The Wildwood Lyrics - Bobby Bare

(William S. Pitts) 

Come, come, come, come. 

Come to the church in the Wildwood 

Oh, come to the church in the vale 

No spot is so dear to my childhood 

As the little brown church in the vale. 

There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood 

No lovelier spot in the dale 

No place is so dear to my childhood 

As the little brown church in the vale. 

So sweet on a clear Sabbath morning 

To list to the clear ringing bell 

Its tones so sweetly are calling 

Oh, come to the church in the vale. 

Come, come, come, come. 

Come to the church in the Wildwood 

Oh, come to the church in the vale 

No spot is so dear to my childhood 

As the little brown church in the vale... 

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(I had a bird he flew away and I guess he's gone to stay 

But I see him winging on his way my flyaway bird named Yesterday)