Song | Where No Cabins Fall |
Artist | Rhonda Vincent |
Album | Sunday Mornin' Singin' |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jeffress | |
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 | |
Yes, I’d like to spend a day where in heaven, forever, | |
I’ll stayBut 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 | |
I’d like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack | |
Yes, I’d like to spend a day where in heaven, forever, | |
I’ll stayBut 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 |
zuo ci : Jeffress | |
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 tumbledown shack | |
Yes, I' d like to spend a day where in heaven, forever, | |
I' ll stayBut 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 | |
I' d like to go back to that quaint little tumbledown shack | |
Yes, I' d like to spend a day where in heaven, forever, | |
I' ll stayBut 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 |
zuò cí : Jeffress | |
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 tumbledown shack | |
Yes, I' d like to spend a day where in heaven, forever, | |
I' ll stayBut 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 | |
I' d like to go back to that quaint little tumbledown shack | |
Yes, I' d like to spend a day where in heaven, forever, | |
I' ll stayBut 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 |