i'm satisfied with just a cottage below
a little silver and a little gold
but in that city where
the ransomed will shine
i want a gold one that's silver lined
i've got a mansion just over the hilltop
in that bright land where
we'll never grow old
and someday yonder
we'll never more wander
but walk on streets that are purest gold
though often tempted
tormented and tested
and like the prophet my pillow is stone
and though i find here
no permanent dwelling
i know he'll give me a mansion my own
i've got a mansion just over the hilltop
in that bright land where
we'll never grow old
and someday yonder
we'll never more wander
but walk on streets that are purest gold
i've got a mansion just over the hilltop
in that bright land where
we'll never grow old
and someday yonder we
will never more wander
but walk on streets that
are purest gold
