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.
 (Chorus)
 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.
 (Chorus)
 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 and free in that land where no cabins fall.