There's an old ramshackle shack where in dreams I wander back And listen to the southern melody 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 the 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
There's a mother old and gray at the end of memory's way I'll meet her there tonight among the trees With a smiling welcome she so sweetly beckons me To the cabin at the end of my river of memories
When the twilight shadows fall many childhood voices call Back again to the days that used to be And in answer to their prayer I will soon be sailing there To the cabin at the end of my river of memories.