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