Dreaming Of A Little Cabin

Dreaming Of A Little Cabin - Mac Wiseman

Written by：Brumley/Lilly

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 it's music came so sweet and low

And I heard my mother sweetly saying as she 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 a 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 that years ago had craded me

I was dreaming of a litttle cabin when I heard somebody called my name

I looked and saw a sweet old lady

I did seem 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 have kissed me many times before