There's a dream that I dreamed Of my heavenly home And I know that I'm going there someday. Lord someday It may be morning, night or noon Lord I do not know just how soon That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday There a great consolation For our heartache and pain If you just send up some timber Everyday And the hope, that he has given We know the word of God it is true Pretty white mansion, waiting there for you Oh yes I'm sending up my timber Up to heaven, everyday For there's a mansion He is preparing there Lord for me I will join with all of my friends Who have gone on to that land That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday Jesus died, oh yes he suffered For you, Lord and for me So that my soul so unworthy I May live To see that morning, night or noon Lord I do not know just how soon. That's why I'm sending up my timber every day Oh yes I'm sending up my timber Up to heaven, everyday For there's a mansion He's preparing there Lord for me I will join with all of my friends Who have gone on to that glory land That's why I'm sending up my timber everyday That's why I'm sending up my timber every day