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• Artiste: Rhonda Vincent
• Titre: Where No Cabins Fall
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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.