My Cabin

My Cabin

Down a lonely winding road I have to travel to go home.
The country beckons for me live in a peaceful tranquility.
In hills by a flowing stream home is a beckoning dream.
Cabin cool as country scene I see birds play in the trees.

Birds chirping seen around squirrels jump to the ground.
At night crickets sing a song listen to an owl sing along.
If it's quiet then you can hear trickling stream flows near.
Not again will I let my eyes be taken away from paradise.

I hope God leaves me here to live the remainder of my life.
My cabins sweet atmosphere in the hills and by a stream.
Peaceful and gentle life treats me here I've nothing to fear.
I will dream away my hours in a scene of natural beauty.


By Kings

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