| Pretty as an angel from the day that she was born
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| Skin as fair as Lily’s hair, as golden as the corn
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| They knew that she was special
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| From the moment she first cried
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| She was a mountain angel certified
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| She was her momma’s baby, she was her daddy’s pride
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| Good at home, at church and school, at everything she tried
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| Everybody’s darling led a charmed and peaceful life
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| The perfect mountain angel till he arrived
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| And ohh, she fell so deeply
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| Ooh, she couldn’t stop
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| She gave herself to him, milled it completely
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| He lifted her so high he let her drop
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| She gave up everything for him that mattered in her life
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| All the others that had loved her and she vowed to be his wife
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| She dreamed of bearing children in an ivy-covered house
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| The mountain angel’s sunshine turned to clouds
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| The wicked handsome stranger left the way he came
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| Broke her heart and broke her mind
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| She never was the same
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| They say he was the devil
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| That had come to steal her soul
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| She never loved another it was told
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| They say she had a baby
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| Some say that it had died
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| They say it’s just as well
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| As it had been the devil’s child
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| They say good conquers evil
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| But here, evil won the prize
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| So the mountain angel took to the wild
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| And ooh, she couldn’t take it
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| Years passed and she had long since lost her mind
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| She waited for him as her beauty faded
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| Her parents died from grief before their time
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| She tried to gather pieces of her life, they wouldn’t fit
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| Beside the tiny grave deep in the woods is where she’d sit
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| Talking to the child, herself, to him, who knew for sure
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| Possessed they say by satan’s insane lure
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| High a top the mountain, for years they say she’s seen
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| Looking down upon the town where she had once been queen
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| She’d sneak around the playground, watch the little children play
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| They’d see the crazy lady then run away
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| They say she roamed these hills for years, wearing not a stitch
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| The lovely mountain angel now thought to be a witch
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| She made those wailing mournful sounds
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| That you could hear for miles
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| Long after she laid down upon her baby’s grave and died
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| And ooh, her ghost is calling
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| She’s waiting for the ones that she adored
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| Through spring and summer, fall when snow is falling
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| Her spirit roams these hills forever more
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| The mountain angel’s voices ever more
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| Oohh, oooo
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| Oohh, oooo
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| Oohh, oooo |