Where No Cabins Fall
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Author NOLAN JEFFRESS
Artist Rhonda Vincent 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 mothers love Id like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack Yes, Id like to spend a day where in heaven, forever, Ill stay But time wont 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 childhoods 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 mothers love Id like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack Yes, Id like to spend a day where in heaven, forever, Ill stay But time wont turn back, we must travel 'til Jesus shall call Then well be happy in that land where no cabins fall In that land where no cabins fall |
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