If I ever get to heaven

I think I know now

What I'll see

I'm gonna find a certain someone

Who's been waiting there for me

She's gonna be there in a mansion

Made of corrugated iron

If I ever get to heaven

I think I know now

What I'll find

She will be there in that single room

Across that lonely plain

She will be there with her hair down

She'll be combing out the rain

And a candle wick of kerosene

Will burn across her face

And the wounds that she inflicted

They'll be healed without a trace