Text: Rhonda Vincent. Back Home Again. 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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Tag)

In that land where no cabins fall.