Nhạc sĩ: Albert E. Brumley
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There's an old ramshackle shack Where in dreams I wandered back
And I listened to those southern melodies T'was the place where I was born
On a bright October morn And it's nestled at the end of
My River of Memories Did you ever go sailing down the River of
Memories To a little log cabin that's nestled among
the sycamore trees Where the sunshine is cheery and nothing
in the world grows dreary That's my cabin at the end of my River of
Memories When the twilight shadows fall
And many childhood voices call Call me back again to days that used to be
And in answer to their prayer I will soon be sailing there
To that cabin at the end of my River of Memories
Did you ever go sailing down the River of Memories
To a little log cabin that's nestled among the sycamore trees
Where the sunshine is cheery and nothing in the world grows dreary
That's my cabin at the end of my River of Memories
That's my cabin at the end of my River of Memories
That's my cabin at the end of my River of Memories
