Here I labor and toil as I look for a home, Just a humble abode among men. While in Heaven a mansion is waiting for me And a gentle voice pleading "come in". There's a mansion now empty, just waiting for me At the end of life's troublesome way. Many friends and dear loved ones will welcome me there. Near the door of that mansion some day. When my labor and toiling have ended below And my hands shall lie folded in rest, I'll exchange this old home for a mansion up there And invite the arch angel as guest.