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

When the twilight shadows fall many childhood voices call

Come me 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

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

That's my cabin at the end of my river of memories