Mansion Over The Hilltop Melody Maker 3 -4 -4 4 3 -5 -5 -5 5 -4 4 I'm sat-is fied with just a cot-tage be-low, 4 4 -4 -3 -2 -4 -4 4 -3 4 a lit-tle sil-ver and a lit-tle gold; 3 -3 -3 4 3 -5 -5 -5 5 -4 4 But in that cit-y where the ran-somed will shine, 4 -4 -4 5 -4 4 5 -5 6 -5 I want a gold one thats sil-v-er lined. chorus -5 -5 -5 -5 -4 -5 6 -5 -4 4 3 I've got a man-sion just o-ver the hill-top, 4 -4 -4 5 -4 5 -4 4 -3 4 In that bright land where we'll nev-er grow old; -5 -5 -5 -5 -4 -5 5 6 -5 -4 4 3 And some-day yon-der we will nev-er-more wan-der, 4 -4 -4 5 -4 4 5 6 -5 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.