The Old Church Of My Childhood - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Old Church of My Childhood. Copyright, 1880, by W. H. Rieger. 
The old church of my childhood, Built on the country green, Was near a charming wildwood, The fairest ever seen; , Far from the pastor's dwelling It stood in peace alone; Its rustic beauty telling Of days forever flown. 
Chorus. Each Sabbath morn the ringing Of bells was loud and clear, And then the old choir singing Brought ev'ry heart good cheer. 
The old church near the wildwood, Its walls with moss overgrown. Where in the days of childhood Bright hours of peace I've known; With tall and tow'ring steeple, Where peeled the Sabbath bell, And where the church-going people Their faith and hope would tell.-Chorus. 
The rock, the stream, the wildwood, Arc just the same to-day; The old church of my childhood Is now in slow decay. We hear no more the ringing Of bells so pure and clear; No good old choir is singing Those hymns we loved to hear.-Chorus.