[1] Many years I've been lookin' for a [4] place to call [1] home
But I failed here to find it so [2maj] I must travel [5] on
I [1] don't care for fine mansions on [4] Earth's sinkin' [1] sand
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of [5] glory-[1]-land

Lord build me just a cabin in the corner of gloryland
In the shade of the tree of life that it may ever stand
Where I can just hear the angels sing and shake Jesus' hand
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland

Listen Lord I'm not askin' to live in thy 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

I've many dear loved one's who've gone on this way
On the grapevine of mournin' shall I hear them all say
Come and join in our singin' and play in our band
Lord build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland