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