An old log house
and it half-built
A
home made bed
just one old quilt
A
Holy
Bible that
ma left to
me
Makes me as rich as rich can be
My friends have gold yet they are sad
They own the best
that can be had
While I
just live
from day to
day
I know the Lord will make a
way
My corn crib’s filled with nothing but cobs
Cause corn won’t grow on
these poor knobs
The sun’s too
hot and the
rain won’t
fall
There’s a cloud in the sky but it’s too small
My housetop leaks and I get damp
Here on this earth I’m
called a tramp
But
I can
smile and
feel so
proud
I know my home’s beyond the
clouds
My old hound dog is growing thin
Like
me he only
has two friends
I’m
sure
that if
we only
knew
He longs for heaven like me and you
My shoes are thin my feet get cold
But I trudge on to
make my goal
For
I can
smile and
feel so
proud
I know my home’s beyond the
clouds
I know my
home’s
beyond the
clouds