Where No Cabins Fall

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Where No Cabins Fall

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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 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 til Jesus shall call Then we'll be happy in that land where no cabins fall In that land where no cabins fall

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