country church in fall

Come to the church by the WildwoodOh, come to the church in the valeNo spot is so dear to my childhoodAs the little brown church in the vale
How sweet on a clear Sabbath morningTo listen to the clear ringing bellsIts tones, so sweetly are callingOh, come to the church in the vale.

There close by the side of that loved one'Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloomWhen farewell hymns shall be chantedI shall rest  by her side in the tomb.
~Alabama