{t:CHURCH IN THE WILDWOOD}
{st:Dr. William S. Pitts}
There's a [G]church in the valley by the wild-[D]wood,
No lovelier place in the [G]dale;
No [C]spot is so dear to my [G]childhood,
As the [D]little brown church in the [G]vale.
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[G]Come to the church in the wild-[D]wood,
Oh, come to the church in the [G]vale,
No [C]spot is so dear to my [G]childhood,
As the [D]little brown church in the [G]vale.
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How [G]sweet on a clear Sunday mor-[D]ning,
To listen to the clear ringing [G]bell;
Its [C]tones so sweetly are [G]calling,
Oh [D]come to the church in the [G]vale.
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[G]Come to the church in the wild-[D]wood,
Oh, come to the church in the [G]vale,
No [C]spot is so dear to my [G]childhood,
As the [D]little brown church in the [G]vale.
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There, [G]close by the church in the val-[D]ley,
Lies one that I loved so [G]well;
She [C]sleeps, sweetly sleeps, 'neath the [G]willow,
Dis-[D]turb not her rest in the [G]vale.
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[G]Come to the church in the wild-[D]wood,
Oh, come to the church in the [G]vale,
No [C]spot is so dear to my [G]childhood,
As the [D]little brown church in the [G]vale.
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There [G]close by the side of that loved [D]one,
'Neath the tree where the wild flowers [G]bloom,
When [C]farewell hymns shall be [G]chanted
I shall [D]rest by her side in the [G]tomb.
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[G]Come to the church in the wild-[D]wood,
Oh, come to the church in the [G]vale,
No [C]spot is so dear to my [G]childhood,
As the [D]little brown church in the [G]vale.
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