to the tune of Little Brown Church in the Vale
There’s a church in the middle of The Woodlands
No lovelier spot in the dale.
It stands as a beacon to our freedom
Our little brown church in the vale.
Oh come, come, come, come
Come to the church in The Woodlands
Oh, come to the Northwoods UU
A haven for liberal religion,
One that puts its faith squarely in you.
Oh, come to the church in The Woodlands.
Where the trees and the wildflowers bloom.
Where the freedom to think is cherished,
And for reason there’s plenty of room.
How sweet on a clear Sunday morning
To be where our friends gather ’round.
Everyone is welcome at our doorstep.
Here we celebrate the faith that we’ve found.
Copyright, 1993, by Hildra Tague and Ray McLain. Obtain permission for use online or in print.