MANSION OVER THE HILLTOP
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
CHORUS
I'VE GOT A MANSION
JUST OVER THE HILLTOP
IN THAT BRIGHT LAND
WHERE WE'LL NEVER GROW OLD
AND SOME DAY 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
CHORUS
DON'T THINK ME POOR OR DESERTED OR LONELY
I'M NOT DISCOURAGED 'CUZ I'M HEAVEN BOUND
I'M JUST A PILGRIM IN SEARCH OF A CITY
I WANT A MANSION, A ROBE, AND A CROWN
CHORUS
THEN
WE'LL WALK ON STREETS THAT ARE PUREST GOLD
