(Words & music by Ira Stamphill)
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 on streets that are purest gold

Don´t think me poor or deserted or lonely
I´m not discouraged I´m heaven bound
I´m but a pilgrim in search of the 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