Land Where No Cabins Fall
As my m[E]ind wanders back
to the quaint little shack
Where in childhood I u[B7]sed to p[E]lay;
There with mother and dad,
we were happy and glad
As we w[F#]hiled the sweet moments a-[B7]way;
We would a[E]ll kneel in prayer
and in reverence there
We would p[A]raise the redeemer on h[E]igh.
Now in s[E]adness I pine for
that old home of mine
And I long for that m[B7]others l[E]ove.
(Chorus)
Id like [E]to go back to that quaint
little tumble-down s[B7]hack.
Yes Id like to spend a day
where in heaven forever Ill s[E]tay,
But t[E]ime wont turn back;
we must travel til Jesus shall c[A]all.
Then well be [E]happy in that land
where no c[B7]abins f[E]all.
Though I [E]drifted away
from childhoods sweet play
I can still hear those v[B7]oices s[E]weet.
They are c[E]alling me back
to that quaint little shack
Where the c[F#]ircle will never more [B7]meet;
But til t[E]hat happy day,
up in heaven they say,
We would [A]praise the redeemer on [E]high.
Now in s[E]adness I pine
for that old home of mine
And I long for that m[B7]others l[E]ove.
(Chorus)
Id like to go back to that quaint little
tumble-down s[B7]hack.
Yes Id like to spend a day
where in heaven forever Ill s[E]tay,
But t[E]ime wont turn back;
we must travel til Jesus shall c[A]all.
Then well be h[E]appy in that land
where no ca[B7]bins fa[E]ll.
In that land
where no ca[B7]bins fa[E]ll
(Thanks to Greg Cole for tabs)
As my m[E]ind wanders back
to the quaint little shack
Where in childhood I u[B7]sed to p[E]lay;
There with mother and dad,
we were happy and glad
As we w[F#]hiled the sweet moments a-[B7]way;
We would a[E]ll kneel in prayer
and in reverence there
We would p[A]raise the redeemer on h[E]igh.
Now in s[E]adness I pine for
that old home of mine
And I long for that m[B7]others l[E]ove.
(Chorus)
Id like [E]to go back to that quaint
little tumble-down s[B7]hack.
Yes Id like to spend a day
where in heaven forever Ill s[E]tay,
But t[E]ime wont turn back;
we must travel til Jesus shall c[A]all.
Then well be [E]happy in that land
where no c[B7]abins f[E]all.
Though I [E]drifted away
from childhoods sweet play
I can still hear those v[B7]oices s[E]weet.
They are c[E]alling me back
to that quaint little shack
Where the c[F#]ircle will never more [B7]meet;
But til t[E]hat happy day,
up in heaven they say,
We would [A]praise the redeemer on [E]high.
Now in s[E]adness I pine
for that old home of mine
And I long for that m[B7]others l[E]ove.
(Chorus)
Id like to go back to that quaint little
tumble-down s[B7]hack.
Yes Id like to spend a day
where in heaven forever Ill s[E]tay,
But t[E]ime wont turn back;
we must travel til Jesus shall c[A]all.
Then well be h[E]appy in that land
where no ca[B7]bins fa[E]ll.
In that land
where no ca[B7]bins fa[E]ll
(Thanks to Greg Cole for tabs)
