There's a girl who lives on heaven hill I go up to her cabin still She keeps a lantern lit for me And a bottle up on her mantelpiece
She's the girl who lives on heaven hill
She's got a big room and it's always a mess Worn out shoes and a worn out dress A worn out smile that she'll wear some more And a worn out welcome mat by her door
I'd trade big mountains and rooms full of gold For just one look at the beauty of this woman's soul Up on heaven hill is where I wanna be That girl that bottle that mattress and me
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