Many years I've been looking for a place to call home
But I've failed here to find it, so I must travel on;
I don't care for fine mansions on earth's sinking sand
Lord, build me a cabin in the corner of glory land

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 askin' 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

Yes 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

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

Yes 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