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 Don't think me poor Lord, deserted or lonely I'm not discouraged, 'cause 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 someday yonder, we'll never more wander But walk on streets that are purest gold