Dreaming Of A Little Cabin

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 have 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...