Where No Cabins Fall Lyrics - Sunday Mornin Singin - 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. 

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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. 

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