He'll search for a tree
A big tall oak tree
Then he'll look from his perch
At the old country church
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
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