Artist/Band:
Dolly Parton
Lyrics for Song: Mountain Angel
Lyrics for Album: The Acoustic Collection: 1999-2002 [Sugar Hill] [2006]
(Dolly Parton)
Pretty as an angel from the day that she was born
Skin as fair as lily's hair, as golden as the corn
They knew that she was specia', from the moment she first cried
She was a mountain angel, certified.
She was her Mama's baby, she was her Daddy's pride
Good at home, at church and school, at everything she tried
Everybody's darlin' led a charmed and peaceful life
The perfect mountain angel 'til he arrived.
And oh, she fell so deeply
Oh, she couldn't stop
She gave herself to him, milled it completely
He lifted her so high, he let her drop.
She gave up everything for him, that mattered in her life
All the others that had loved her and she vowed to be his wife
She dreamed of bearing children in an ivy-covered house
The mountain angel's sunshine turned to clouds.
The wicked, handsome stranger left the way he came
Broke her heart and broke her mind, she never was the same
They say he was the devil that had come to steal her soul
She never loved another, it was told.
They say, she had a baby some say that it had died
They say, it's just as well, as it had been the devil's child
They say, good conquers evil but here, evil won the prize
So the mountain angel took to the wild.
And oh, oh, she couldn't take it
Years passed and she had long since lost her mind
She waited for him as her beauty faded
Her parents died from grief before their time.
She tried to gather pieces of her life, they wouldn't fit
Beside the tiny grave, deep in the woods is where she'd sit
Talking to the child, herself, to him, who knew for sure
Possessed they say, by Satan's insane lure.
High atop the mountain, for years they say, she's seen
Looking down upon the town where she had once been queen
She'd sneak around the playground, watch the little children play
They'd see the crazy lady, then run away.
They say she roamed these hills for years, wearing not a stitch
The lovely mountain angel, now thought to be a witch
She made those wailing, mournful sounds that you could hear for miles
Long after, she laid down upon her baby's grave and died.
And oh, her ghost is callin'
She's waiting for the ones that she adored
Through spring and summer, fall when snow is fallin'
Her spirit roams these hills forever more.
The mountain angel's voices ever more, oh, oh, oh...
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