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04 Aug 97 - 11:51 PM (#10073) Subject: Lyr&chords:Church in the Wildwood From: Marsha I was at a country music festival last weekend and during our Sunday morning Gospel sing somebody requested the song, "Church in the Wildwood." I'm not sure that's the correct title and can only vaguely remember this song. Does anyone know the words and chords? Thanks! |
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05 Aug 97 - 12:53 AM (#10075) Subject: ADD :Church in the Wildwood^^^ From: Dale Rose This is from the cyber hymnal~~a great site, with words, and midi files from a great many hymns. http://www.accessone.com/~rwadams/h/ Words & Music: Dr. William S. Pitts, 1857. The hymn is named after an actual church, in Bradford, Iowa. The story is that Dr. Pitts had a vision of the church before it was even built. Why was the church brown? Brown was the cheapest color paint. Little Brown Church in the Vale There's a church in the valley by the wildwood, No lovelier place in the dale; No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale. Refrain Come to the church by the wildwood, Oh, come to the church in the dale, No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale. How 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. Refrain There, close by the church in the valley, Lies one that I loved so well; She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, 'neath the willow, Disturb not her rest in the vale. Refrain There, close by the side of that loved one, 'Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom, When farewell hymn shall be chanted I shall rest by her side in the tomb. Refrain From the church in the valley by the wildwood, When day fades away into night, I would fain from this spot of my childhood Wing my way to the mansions of light. Refrain^^^ |
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05 Aug 97 - 08:58 PM (#10128) Subject: RE: Lyr&chords:Church in the Wildwood From: Marsha Dale, Thanks so much for this wonderful old hymn, its history, and the cyber hymnal website. I really do appreciate it! The words are even more lovely and touching than I remembered... Marsha |