This ole house is leakin'
And I know I've got to move
The nails and the boards
And the planks are loose
And the rain is a-pouring through

In this house of flesh, we're groaning
Waiting for the time to draw nigh
Earnestly desiring to be called upon
With a house which is from on high

This ole house is leakin'
And I know I've got to move
The nails and the boards
And the planks are loose
And the rain is a-pouring through

If this earthly house should be dissolved
I have a better place
Lord, a building of God, not made with hands
Whеn I finish up this race

Lord, soon I'll be going home
To my еstate so rich and rare
With permanent beauty ever maintenance free
How I'm longing for my mansion fair
This ole house is leakin'
And I know I've got to move
The nails and the boards
And the planks are loose
And the rain is a-pouring

This ole house is a-leakin'
And I know I've got to move
The nails and the boards
And the planks are loose
And the rain is a-pouring through

This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'

This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'
This ole house is a-leakin'