There's an old ramshackle shack Where in dreams I wandered backAnd I listened to those southern melodies T'was the place where I was bornOn a bright October morn And it's nestled at the end ofMy River of Memories Did you ever go sailing down the River ofMemories To a little log cabin that's nestled amongthe sycamore trees Where the sunshine is cheery and nothingin the world grows dreary That's my cabin at the end of my River ofMemories When the twilight shadows fallAnd many childhood voices call Call me back again to days that used to beAnd in answer to their prayer I will soon be sailing thereTo that cabin at the end of my River of MemoriesDid you ever go sailing down the River of MemoriesTo a little log cabin that's nestled among the sycamore treesWhere the sunshine is cheery and nothing in the world grows drearyThat's my cabin at the end of my River of MemoriesThat's my cabin at the end of my River of MemoriesThat's my cabin at the end of my River of Memories