Many years I've been looking for a place to call home But I still didn't find it so I must travel on I don't care for the fine mansions on earth's sinking sand Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland
Lord build me just a cabin in the corner of gloryland In the shade of his tree of life that it may ever stand Where I can hear the angels and shake Jesus’ hand Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland
Listen lord I'm not asking to live in the midst For I know that I'm not worthy of such splendor as this When I ask him for mercy while humbly I stand Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland
