Dreaming Of A Little Cabin

(Bill Fold)



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 softly saying as she did so many years ago.



(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 had kissed me many times before.)



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 had kissed me many times before...)