Yearning for streets of gold

The band at my church tends to make fun of country music, in that annoying, overly-ironic wanna-be hipster way (no offense meant;  I'm just feeling my age today). But sometimes, there are sentiments that only a country melody and a talented baritone can fully express.

Yearning for heaven today.

Mansion Over the Hilltop

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 grown old
And some day yonder we will never more wander
But walk on the 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 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 grown old
And some day yonder we will never more wander
But walk on the streets that are purest gold.

Written by Ira F. Stanphill