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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 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
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
