Come to the church by 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
How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning
To listen to the clear ringing bells
It’s tones so sweetly are calling
Oh, come to the church in the vale
Come to the church by 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 she sleeps close by the church in the valley
Lies one that I love so well
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, neath the willow
Disturb not her rest in the vale
Come to the church by 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 close by the site of that loved one
Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom
When farewell hymns shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb
Come to the church by 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
As the little brown church in the vale
I’ve always loved this song. My grandparents loved it too it was one of their favorite songs. I used to tell my parents that I thought we were related to them because our last name was Carter
Great music, great place to live, they were out of the big town known as Hilton’s Virginia. I was from Benahms Va about a 15 minute ride from the Carter Family Fold . Good people, great music, and clean air, good river fishing too. Visit sometime. You’ll love the trip!