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 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