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.
I've got a mansion, just over the hilltop,
In that bright land where we'll never grow old,
And some day yonder, we will never more wander,
But walk the streets that are purest gold.
Don't think me poor, or deserted, or lonely,
I'm not discouraged, I'm heaven bound,
I'm just a pilgrim, in search of a city,
I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown.
I've got a mansion, just over the hilltop,
In that bright land where, we'll never grow old,
And some day yonder, we will 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 some day yonder, we will 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 some day yonder, we will 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.