Theres 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
Shes the girl who lives on heaven hill
Shes got a big room and its always a mess
Worn out shoes and a worn out dress
A worn out smile that shell wear some more
And a worn out welcome mat by her door
Id trade big mountains and rooms full of gold
For just one look at the beauty of this womans soul
Up on heaven hill is where I wanna be
That girl that bottle that mattress and me
