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