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

worn out smile that she'll wear some more 
And a worn out [bad word] 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