As my mind wanders back to the quaint little shack
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Where in childhood I used to play;
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There with mother and dad, we were happy and glad
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As we whiled the sweet moments away;
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We would all kneel in prayer and in reverence there
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We would praise the redeemer on high.
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Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine
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And I long for that mother’s love.
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(Chorus)
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I’d like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack.
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I’d like to spend a day where in heaven forever I’ll stay,
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But time won’t turn back; we must travel til Jesus shall call.
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Then we’ll be happy in that land where no cabins fall.
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Though I drifted away from childhood’s sweet play
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I can still hear those voices sweet.
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They are calling me back to that quaint little shack
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Where the circle will never more meet;
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But til that happy day, up in heaven they say,
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We will praise the redeemer on high.
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Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine
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And I long for that mother’s love.
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(Chorus)
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I’d like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack.
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I’d like to spend a day where in heaven forever I’ll stay,
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but time won’t turn back; we must travel til Jesus shall call.
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Then we’ll be happy in that land where no cabins fall.
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(Tag)
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In that land where no cabins fall.
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Where No Cabins Fall
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| Rhonda Vincent |
