(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...