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
There's a wildwood in the pines where the family used to gather. There's a little shady grove where they built a country church. They was singing in the
Sing o the wild wood, the green holly The silent river and barren tree The humble creatures that no man sees Sing O the wild wood A weary journey one
Wildwood Flower (traditional) As recorded by The Carter Family Written by A. P. Carter Key of E [Maybelle puts a capo on the 4th fret and plays as
Got them old wildwood blues Got them old wildwood blues Wildwood town, some bad news Got them old wildwood blues Drinking beer by the sea Giant baseball
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
him and promised to love And cherish me over all others above Oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour He's gone and neglected this frail wildwood
a love that's past and gone And the lonesome valley, we all walk it by ourselves Where the Wildwood Flower is the story we will tell How she could sing the Wildwood
a love that's past and gone And that lonesome valley We all walk it by ourselves Where the wildwood flower Is a story we will tell How she could sing the wildwood
. That was blooming to cheer him through life' s dreary hour How I longed to see him and regret the dark hour He' s gone and neglected his pale wildwood
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
the beach (Wildwood days) Seven days a week (Wildwood days) Rockin' every night (Wildwood days) Till the early bright Whoa whoa whoa whoa those Wildwood days Wild, wild Wildwood
his flower That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour Oh I long to see him and regret the dark hour He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood
wildwood flowers got to be a habit We never seen no harm We thought it was kind-a handy Take a trip and never leave the farm Big 'ole puff of that wildwood
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 Come to the church in the Wildwood
girls Were singing swett and low For me and the Wildwood Rose For me and the Wildwood Rose For me and the Wildwood Rose For me and the Wildwood
wildwood flowers for me And I'll watch my dreams for you And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way Watch the wildwood flowers for me And I'
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour Oh, I'm longing to see him through life's dark hour He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood