| There ' s a church in the valley by the
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| wildwood
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| No lovelier place in the dale
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| No spot is so dear to my childhood
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| As the little brown church in the dail
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| How sweet on a clear Sabbath
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| morning
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| To listen to the clear ringing bells
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| Its tones so sweetly are calling
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| Oh come to the church in the dail
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| (Oh, come, come, come, come)
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| Come to the church by the wildwood
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| Oh, come to the church in the dail
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| No spot is so dear to my childhood
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| As the little brown church in the vale
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| There, close by the church in the
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| valle y
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| Lies one that I loved so well
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| She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, ' neath the willow
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| Disturb not her rest in the vale
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| Oh, close by the side of that loved
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| one
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| ' behind the tree where the sweet flowers bloom
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| When farewell hymns shall be chanted
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| I shall rest by her side in the tomb
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| (Oh, come, come, come, come)
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| Come to the church by the wildwood
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| Oh, come to the church in the dail
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| No spot is so dear to my childhood
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| As the little brown church in the vale
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| No spot is so dear to my childhood
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| As the little brown church in the vale
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| (end)
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| Writen by yohany mtui |