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Introduction
“Church In The Wildwood” is one of those songs that feels like a warm hug from a simpler time, a melody that takes you back to the roots of community and faith. Alabama’s rendition of this classic hymn breathes new life into an old favorite, capturing the essence of small-town America, where the church wasn’t just a place of worship but the heart of the community.
Listening to this song, you can almost picture the little white church nestled among the trees, the kind that stands quietly at the end of a dusty road. It’s a place where generations have gathered to find solace, celebrate milestones, and strengthen the bonds of fellowship. The harmonies in Alabama’s version are rich and comforting, like a conversation among old friends who know each other’s hearts without needing to say a word.
What makes “Church In The Wildwood” particularly special is the way it connects listeners to a shared cultural memory. Whether or not you grew up in a town with such a church, the song taps into that universal longing for a place of peace and belonging. It’s a reminder of the power of tradition and the comfort of familiar rituals, especially in a world that often feels chaotic and disconnected.
Alabama’s performance of this hymn is a celebration of faith, heritage, and the enduring power of music to bring people together. It’s the kind of song that makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger, something timeless.
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Lyrics
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 on a clear Sabbath morning
To listen to the clear ringing bells
It’s tones so sweetly are calling
Oh, come to the church in the vale
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
There she sleeps close by the church in the valley
Lies one that I love so well
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, neath the willow
Disturb not her rest in the vale
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
There close by the site of that loved one
Neath the tree where the wild flowers bloom
When farewell hymns shall be chanted
I shall rest by her side in the tomb
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
As the little brown church in the vale