Dreaming Of A Little Cabin

Albert E. Brumley

In dreams of yesterday I wondered back to my little cabin door
I strolled beside an old rock garden and saw familar once more
I heard the organ softly playing its music came so sweet and low
And I hear my Mother sweetly singing so 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 with in little cabin door
She opened up a 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 when I heard somebody call my name
I looked and saw a sweet old lady and it seemed I was child agan
She gentry 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