Dreaming Of a Little Cabin

In dreams of yesterday I wander back to my little cabin door

I strolled beside an old rock garden and saw familiar scenes once more

I heard the organ softly playing its music came so sweet and low

And I heard my mother sweetly singing as oft I did so long ago

I heard her sing the Rock of Ages and Silver Threads Among the Gold

She told me once again of Jesus within the little cabin fold

She opened up a faded Bible where the family record used to be

And I knew it was the same sweet mother when years ago had cradled me

I was dreaming of a little cabin when I heard somebody call my name

I looked and saw a sweet old lady and it seemed I was a child again

She gently put her arms around me and kissed her little boy once more

And I knew it was the same sweet mother

That had kissed me many times before