Sweet cabin tucked in wooded hills, you fill my days with peace; You draw me quietly to your hearth, whenever I'm in need: You slow my hurried footsteps, with wondrous landscape views No voice is heard, just whispering winds, they call me back to you:
Great joy you give too all who come, they find sweet peace within; They leave you dreaming of the day , they will return again: Through trees and hills you're waiting there, Oh how our hearts are thrilled; At first glimpse of your sweetness, Sweet Cabin in the hills: ~Bobby Smith(copyright 1999) (3rd collection) |