Mansion Over The Hilltop(Melody Maker)

Mansion Over The Hilltop
Melody Maker

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I'm sat-is fied with just a cot-tage be-low,
 
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a lit-tle sil-ver and a lit-tle gold;

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But in that cit-y where the ran-somed will shine,
 
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I want a gold one thats sil-v-er lined.

chorus

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I've got a man-sion just o-ver the hill-top,

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In that bright land where we'll nev-er grow old;

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And some-day yon-der we will nev-er-more wan-der,

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But walk the streets that are pur-est gold.

verse 2
Tho oft-en tempt-ed, tor-ment-ed and test-ed 
And, like the proph-et, my pil-low a stone, 
And tho I find here no per-ma-nent dwell-ing, 
I know He'll give me man-sion my own.

verse 3
Don't think me poor or de-sert-ed or lone-ly 
I'm not dis-cour-aged, I'm heav-en - bound; 
I'm just a pil-grim in search of a cit-y, 
I want a man-sion, a harp and crown.