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.

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.

How 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.

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

To trees where the wild flow­ers bloom

When the fare­well hymn shall be chant­ed

I shall rest by her side in the tomb.

From the church in the val­ley by the wild­wood

When day fades away in­to night

I would fain from this spot of my child­hood

Wing my way to the man­sions of light.