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