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Alabama Songs Of Inspiration Ii

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

I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land And I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand I

Well, you got to walk that lonesome valley You got to walk it by yourselves Nobody else can walk it for you You got to walk it by yourselves Now mother

A man and wife had prayed for years for children Were losing faith and close to giving up Then a young girl with no way to keep her baby Laid in their

Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening shadows would come Then winding down that old familiar pathway I heard my mother call

he could pick up a deer and walk right out of those woods Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain And I recall that song by John Dillon

I was standing by the window On one cold and cloudy day When I saw the hearse come rolling For to take my Mother away Oh, will the circle be unbroken