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There's a [G]church in the valley by the wild[D]wood,
no lovelier [D7]place in the [G]dale,
no [C]spot is so dear to my child[G]hood,
as the [D]little brown church in the [G]dale.
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Oh, come, come, come, come,
come to the church in the wild[D]wood,
oh, come to the [D7]church in the [G]dale.
No [C]spot is so dear to my child[G]hood,
as the [D]little brown church in the [G]dal
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 dale. + CHORUS
There, close by the side of a loved one,
’neath the trees where the wild flowers bloom,
she sleeps, sweetly sleeps, ‘neath the willow,
disturb not her rest in the tomb. + CHORUS + CHORUS