Little Pine Log Cabin

There's a little pine log cabin waiting down in Welcome Valley
There's an open door and when my roving's o'er I'm going back home
There's a mother daily praying, waiting for my homeward straying
To the little pine log cabin never more to roam

I want to see the children playing by the weeping willow's tray
Hear my mother softly praying while the mockingbird sings so sweetly
How my weary heart is yearning just to be again returning
To the little pine log cabin in the land of my dreams

Often when alone I still dream of the days beside the mill stream
With my dad and mother and my little brother happy and gay
I can see the shadows falling and I hear voices calling
From that little pine log cabin at the end of the way

I want to see the children playing by the weeping willow's tray
Hear my mother softly praying while the mockingbird sings so sweetly
How my weary heart is yearning just to be again returning
To the little pine log cabin in the land of my dreams

There's a little lamplight shining, there's a little trail a-winding
Down a little valley to a little cabin peaceful and still
Honeysuckle vines a-growing and I know soon I'll be going
To that little pine log cabin at the foot of the hill

I want to see the children playing by the weeping willow's tray
Hear my mother softly praying while the mockingbird sings so sweetly
How my weary heart is yearning just to be again returning
To the little pine log cabin in the land of my dreams