(William S. Pitts)

There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood
No lovelier place in the dale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.

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.

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

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.