^GIn dreams of yesterday I wandered Back ^Cto my little cabin ^Gdoor. ^GI strolled beside an old rock garden And saw familiar scenes once ^Dmore. I ^Gheard the organ softly playing Its ^Cmusic came so sweet and ^Glow. ^GAnd I heard my mother softly singing As oft I did so ^Dlong a^Ggo.

^GI was dreaming of a little cabin When I ^Cheard somebody call my ^Gname. ^GI Looked and saw a sweet old lady And it seemed I was a child a^Dgain. She ^Ggently put her arms around me And ^Ckissed her little boy once ^Gmore. ^GAnd i knew it was the same sweet mother Who had kissed me many ^Dtimes be^Gfore

^GI heard her sing the “Rock of Ages” And “^CSilver Threads Among the ^GGold”. ^GShe told me once again of Jesus Within that little cabin ^Dfold. She ^Gopened up the family bible Where the ^Cfamily records used to ^Gbe ^GAnd I knew it was the same sweet mother Who years ago had ^Dcradled ^Gme.

^GI was dreaming of a little cabin When I ^Cheard somebody call my ^Gname. ^GI Looked and saw a sweet old lady And it seemed I was a child a^Dgain. She ^Ggently put her arms around me And ^Ckissed her little boy once ^Gmore. ^GAnd i knew it was the same sweet mother Who had kissed me many ^Dtimes be^Gfore

Mac Wiseman - Dreaming of a little cabin