Where No Cabins Fall

(album: Sunday Mornin' Singin' - 2012)

As my mind wanders back to the quaint little shack
Where in childhood I used to play
There with mother and dad, we were happy and glad
As we whiled the sweet moments away
We would all kneel in prayer and in reverence there
We would praise the Redeemer on high
Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine
And I long for that mother's love

I'd like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack
I'd like to spend a day where in heaven forever I'll stay
But time won't turn back; we must travel till Jesus shall call
Then we'll be happy in that land where no cabins fall

Though I drifted away from childhood's sweet play
I can still hear those voices sweet
They are calling me back to that quaint little shack
Where the circle will never more meet
But some glad, happy day, up in heaven they say
We will praise the Redeemer on high
Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine
And I long for that mother's love

I'd like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack
I'd like to spend a day where in heaven forever I'll stay
But time won't turn back; we must travel till Jesus shall call
Then we'll be happy in that land where no cabins fall

In that land where no cabins fall