the story of a sainted old mother,
who had lived out her life here on earth.
As she lay on her deathbed,
her friends gathered round her,
and these are the last words she said.
Oh, look what I'm leaving behind
Oh, look who will be there to greet me
I'm leaving behind all my sorrow
I'm leaving behind all my care
For I'm trading it all for a mansion
That Jesus has gone to pre
Her hands were so feeble,
But she still had a smile on her face
and they're waiting for me.
Then she looked toward heaven
what I'm trading for a mansion.
Oh, look, what I'm leaving behind.
Oh, look, who will be there to greet me
when I step in God's sweet paradise?
I'm leaving behind all my sorrow
I'm leaving behind all my care
For I've traded it all for a mansion
That Jesus has gone to prepare
Oh, look what I'm leaving behind
Oh, look who will be there to greet me
When I step in God's sweet paradise
I'm leaving behind all my sorrow
I'm leaving behind all my care
For I've traded it all for a mansion
That Jesus has gone to prepare
Yes, I traded it all for a mansion
That Jesus has gone to prepare