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(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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(Narrative by Bobby spoken after song:

(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)
(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...      --------------------------------------------------------------------------------   (Narrative by Bobby spoken after song:      (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)