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Casey Henry

Last week I posted a video of me playing "There's A Little Cabin," a lullaby that my Grandmother used to sing to us when we were small. Many of you asked about the words. Grandmother passed away last Friday and I played that arrangement at her funeral, which was really a beautiful service, held at the Clarkesville Baptist Church where she was a member. It still smelled exactly the same as when my brother and I used to attend with her when we stayed in Clarkesville when we were little. We sometimes went to vacation bible school there. I still remember playing Red Rover on the church lawn.

This tune was the last thing in the service, right before the closing hymn, "Now I Belong to Jesus." I'm glad I didn't have to try and sing it. As it was my nose was dripping while I was playing. At least no one seems to have noticed that.

So in remembrance of Grandmother, here are the words we so frequently heard after she packed us down in the bed, as we were drifting off to sleep in the nursery.

There's A Little Cabin

Verse 1
There's a little cabin where the honeysuckle twines,
Where the cotton grows, where the Suwanee flows.
If you chance to find it, you will find that girl of mine,
She's my sweet Virginia rose.

Chorus
Carry me back to that old-fashioned shack,
There by the stream, just let me dream.
Virginia moonlight look down from above,
Guard the one I'm thinking of.

Verse 2
Someday I'll be roaming in the gloaming once again,
With my blushing bride, nestling by my side.
Hope we reach a preacher man to tie the knot and then,
Guess that I'll be satisfied.

Casey HenryToday, Murphy, through dilligent searching, turned up a song that has been in our family since she was a child. "There's a Little Cabin," which I recorded on my Real Women Drive Trucks CD, is a lullaby that Murphy's mother sang to her, and that Grandmother sang to me when I was little. As I say in the liner notes, I didn't like it initially and always asked her to sing something else. At some point, though, it became my favorite. We never knew where it came from, but today Murphy just took a notion to find it. And find it she did. Turns out the real title is "Virginia Moonlight" and it was written by someone named Harold B. Freeman in 1920. It was a romantic parlor song, surely never intended to be a lullaby! She found the sheet music in the Duke University Library, and solved our little mystery!