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