An Old Log Cabin For Sale
Words and music by J. W. Payte
While strolling a-long in the country Re-viewing the scenes new and old I found an old-fashioned log cabin So beautiful there to be-hold.
A stranger was standing in silence His eyes firmly fixed on the door My heart ached in pity to see him For these were the words that it bore.
And the sign read "An old cabin FOR SALE An old OAKEN BUCKET and well." "EASY TERMS, just keep a log on the fire And a light burning bright in the dell."
Many years an old couple so patiently look For their boy whose last promise did fail Now the old rocking chair will be rocking no more There's an old log cabin for sale.
A welcome I read on the floor mat An old braided rug by the door The hands of an angel had made it With many a prayer prayed before
In an old rocking chair, long she waited For one glimpse of him how she yearned And now he was standing in silence Too late, yes, too late he'd returned.
And the sign read "An old cabin FOR SALE An old OAKEN BUCKET and well." "EASY TERMS, just keep a log on the fire And a light burning bright in the dell."
Many years an old couple so patiently looked For their boy whose last promise did fail Now the old rocking chair will be rocking no more There's an old log cabin for sale.
There's no place like home.
Recorded by Porter Wagoner (C) Performed by Porter Wagoner Aug. 12, 1927 - Oct. 28, 2007
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