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LAND WHERE NO CABINS FALL

As my mind wanders back to that 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 above.
Now in silence I pine for that old home of mine,
And I long for that mother's love.

CHORUS: I'd like to go back to that dear little tumbledown shack.
Yes, I'd like to spend a day where in childhood I used to play.
Time won't turn back. Time won't turn back.
We must travel till Jesus shall call.
Then we'll be happy, in that land where no cabins fall.

Let me linger today where I once loved to play,
'Round the little old cabin home.
Oh, how sweet it would be, my dear mother to see
And with playmates once more there to roam.
How we'd play o'er the hill, by the old water mill
And we'd rest 'neath the moss-covered vine.
'T would be rapture complete if once more I could meet
With that mother and dad of mine.

Though I've drifted away from my 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 nevermore meet.
But some glad, happy day, up in heaven they say,
We shall meet them again one and all.
There in mansions so bright, where there'll never come night,
In that land where no cabins fall.