The old Brown Church
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.
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Come to the church in 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.
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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.
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There, close by the side of that loved one,To trees where the wild flowers bloom,When the farewell hymn shall be chantedI shall rest by her side in the tomb.
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From the church in the valley by the wildwood,When day fades away into night,I would fain from this spot of my childhoodWing my way to the mansions of light.
loved this as a child and loved to sit with my daddy in that pew man some days those seemed like the greatest day we ever had
Sounds like some great memories. I only met my dad last year in May. I look forward to building memories with him.
ReplyDeleteI wish you luck, this will be the second fathers day to spend with your father, what an amazing time Building memories last a life time
DeleteHold on to those precious memories! I have many fond memories of my step-father growing up and I every single time I cook pancakes it brings back memories of him making his famous homemade pancakes every Sunday morning before Church!
ReplyDeleteI have learned to cherish those memories, keep those memories but to also share those memories with you the readers as well as the rest of the family and well really anyone that will listen
DeleteWhat a beautiful memory to have of your dad. I do remember time spent around our church pews and how the kids loved to lie on them and more. Sending good cheer your way!
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful! Thank you for sharing it.
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