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...