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