Текст: Rhonda Vincent. 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
Yes, 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

I?d like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack
Yes, 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