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.