Momma says God'll build us a house br and it'll be made of gold br and the windows'll be spun from diamonds br and its walls'll never fold. br br It'll shine on a clear horizon- br the kinda place you'd think the sky's in br and we'll have pretty white curtains that let the sun through. br She says, 'Baby, I ain't cryin' and I don't want you to.' br br Momma holds me close when the sun goes down br and talks 'bout our house like it's already done. br I've asked her if we can go stay there awhile br but she says the buildin' ain't even begun. br br It'll shine on a clear horizon- br the kinda place you'd think the sky's in br and we'll have pretty white curtains to let the sun through. br She says, 'Baby, I ain't cryin' and I don't want you to.