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...

(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)