E 
As my mind wanders back 
 
to the quaint little shack 
                      B7      E 
Where in childhood I used to play; 
 
There with mother and dad,  
 
we were happy and glad 
       F#                        B7 
As we whiled the sweet moments a-way; 
          E  
We would all kneel in prayer  
 
and in reverence there 
          A                      E 
We would praise the redeemer on high. 
        E 
Now in sadness I pine for  
 
that old home of mine 
                     B7       E            
And I long for that mother’s love. 
 
(Chorus) 
         E            
I’d like to go back to that quaint  
                    B7 
little tumble-down shack. 
                               
Yes I’d like to spend a day  
                              E 
where in heaven forever I’ll stay, 
     E                                   
But time won’t turn back; 
                                A 
we must travel til Jesus shall call. 
              E         
Then we’ll be happy in that land 
          B7     E           
where no cabins fall. 
 
         E 
Though I drifted away  
 
from childhood’s sweet play 
                        B7     E            
I can still hear those voices sweet. 
          E 
They are calling me back  
 
to that quaint little shack 
           F#                    B7      
Where the circle will never more meet; 
         E                    
But til that happy day,  
 
up in heaven they say, 
         A                      E 
We would praise the redeemer on high. 
        E 
Now in sadness I pine  
 
for that old home of mine 
                     B7       E            
And I long for that mother’s love. 
 
(Chorus) 
 
I’d like to go back to that quaint little  
             B7 
tumble-down shack. 
                               
Yes I’d like to spend a day  
                              E 
where in heaven forever I’ll stay, 
     E                                   
But time won’t turn back; 
                                A 
we must travel til Jesus shall call. 
               E         
Then we’ll be happy in that land 
           B7     E           
where no cabins fall. 
  
In that land 
           B7     E           
where no cabins fall