I
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 SOMEDAY YONDER WE'LL NEVER MORE WONDER.
BUT WALK THE STREETS THAT ARE PUREST GOLD.
II
THO OFTEN TEMPTED, TORMENTED AND TESTED.
AND LIKE THE PROPHET MY PILLOW A STONE.
AND THO I FIND HERE NO PERMANT DWELLING.
I KNOW HE'LL GIVE ME A MANSION MY OWN.
III
DON'T THINK ME POOR, DESERTED OR LONELY.
I'M NOT DISCOURAGED, I'M HEAVEN BOUND.
I'M JUST A PILRGRIM IN SEARCH OF A CITY.
I WANT A MANSION , A HARP, AND A CROWN.