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(William S. Pitts)
Come, come, come, come.
Come to the church in 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'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.
So 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.
Come, come, come, come.
Come to the church in 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...
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(I had a bird he flew away and I guess he's gone to stay
But I see him winging on his way my flyaway bird named Yesterday)
- Álbum:
- THE STORYTELLER: THE ANTHOLOGY 1960-1983
- Darker Than Light
- The Best of Bobby Bare
- Down & Dirty
- Drunk And Crazy
- Sleeper Wherever I Fall
- Bare
- Me and McDill
- Sings Lullabys, Legends And Lies
- What Am I Gonna Do?
- Where Have All The Seasons Gone
- I Need Some Good News Bad
- This Is Bare Country
- Your Husband, My Wife
- The Real Thing
- Folsom Prison Blues
- The Game Of Triangles
- A Bird Named Yesterday
- This I Believe
- The Streets Of Baltimore