An Old Log Cabin For Sale - Porter Wagoner

While strolling a long in the country

Reviewing 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 did patiently look

For their boy whose last promise did fail

Now the old rockin' 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 pray’r — prayed before

In an old rockin' 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 rockin' chair will be rocking no more

There’s an old log cabin for sale

How long has it been since you’ve written

A letter to mother and dad?

How long has it been since you’ve seen them

Why don’t you make their hearts glad?

Too soon will the old home be vacant

A candle light gleaming no more

Don’t wait till too late to remember

There may be a sign on the door