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 some glad, 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.