Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mountain Angel, artist - Dolly Parton. Album song Little Sparrow, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Record label: Dolly
Song language: English
Mountain Angel |
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 special |
From the moment she first cried |
She was a mountain angel certified |
She was her momma’s baby, she was her daddy’s pride |
Good at home, at church and school, at everything she tried |
Everybody’s darling led a charmed and peaceful life |
The perfect mountain angel till he arrived |
And ohh, she fell so deeply |
Ooh, 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 ooh, 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 a top 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 ooh, her ghost is calling |
She’s waiting for the ones that she adored |
Through spring and summer, fall when snow is falling |
Her spirit roams these hills forever more |
The mountain angel’s voices ever more |
Oohh, oooo |
Oohh, oooo |
Oohh, oooo |