Текст песни There's a Little Pine Log Cabin - The Blackwood Brothers Quartet

There's a little pine log cabin
Waiting down in welcome valley
There's an open door and when my roaming's o'er
I'm going back home (back home)
There's a mother daily praying
Waiting for my homeward straying
To that little pine log cabin, never more to roam

I want to see the children playing
By the weeping willow straying
Hear my mother softly praying
While the mocking birds sing 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 lamp light shinning
There's a little trail a-winding
Down a little valley to a little cabin, peaceful and still (and still)
Honey suckle vines are growing
And I know I'll soon 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 straying
Hear my mother softly praying
While mocking birds sing so sweetly
How my weary heart is yearning
Just to be again returning
To that little pine log cabin in the land of my dreams