A Cabin in the Hills

I dreamed I saw Jesus last night

seated on a mountain in the moonlight.

His hands held a key to a cabin

that cabin I'd dreamed of all my life.

Money makes the rules we have to live by.

A home is just a place they send the bills.

God knows why we work and what we pray for.

So He's building me a cabin in the hills.

Who knows He might be finished in the morning.

So I lie awake and take no sleeping pills.

God knows I'm not happy in a mansion.

So He's building me a cabin in the hills.

I live my lonesome life down in a valley with the factories, the rivers, and the mills.

Sometimes I can almost hear his hammer 'cause he's building me a cabin in the hills.

Someone has to keep the home fire burning.

So I sweat and get the harvest in the field.

Life on earth won't be the same hereafter, so he's building me a cabin in the hills.

I live my lonesome life down in a valley with the factories, the rivers and the mills.

Sometimes I can almost hear His hammer 'cause He's

building me a cabin in the hills. He's building me a cabin in the hills.