There's an old ramshackle shack where in dreams I wandered back
And we listened to those southern melodies
Was a place where I was born on a bright October morn
And it's nestled at the end of my river of memory.
CHORUS: Did you ever go sailing down the river of memory
To a little log cabin that's nestled among the sycamore trees
Where the sunshine is cheery and nothing in the world grows weary
At my cabin at the end of my river of memory.
There's a mother old and gray at the end of memory's way
And I'll meet her there tonight among the trees
And with her welcome she so sweetly beckons me
To my cabin at the end of my river of memory.
CHORUS
When twilight shadows fall, many childhood voices call
Calling back to the good old days that used to be
And in answer to their prayers, I'll soon be sailing there
To my cabin at the end of my river of memory.
CHORUS
And we listened to those southern melodies
Was a place where I was born on a bright October morn
And it's nestled at the end of my river of memory.
CHORUS: Did you ever go sailing down the river of memory
To a little log cabin that's nestled among the sycamore trees
Where the sunshine is cheery and nothing in the world grows weary
At my cabin at the end of my river of memory.
There's a mother old and gray at the end of memory's way
And I'll meet her there tonight among the trees
And with her welcome she so sweetly beckons me
To my cabin at the end of my river of memory.
CHORUS
When twilight shadows fall, many childhood voices call
Calling back to the good old days that used to be
And in answer to their prayers, I'll soon be sailing there
To my cabin at the end of my river of memory.
CHORUS