Where No Cabins Fall - 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 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