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