Dreaming Of A Little Cabin

Dreaming Of A Little Cabin - Mac Wiseman/Earl Scruggs

In dreams of yesterday I wandered

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 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 that little cabin fold

She opened up her faded Bible

Where the family records used to be

And I knew it was the same sweet mother

That years ago had cradled me

I was dreaming of a little cabin

And 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