Where No Cabins Fall

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 til 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 til that 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.

In that land where no cabins fall.