Pretty as an angel from the day that she was born Skin as fair as lilies, 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 mama'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 'til he arrived.
And oh, oh, oh, she fell so deeply, Oh, oh, oh, she couldn't stop. She gave herself to him, yielded completely He lifted her so high, then let her drop.
She gave up everything for him that mattered in her life Oh, 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, 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, they'd 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'd laid down upon her baby's grave and died.
And oh, oh, oh, her ghost is calling She's wailing for the ones that she adored. Through spring and summer, fall, when snow is falling Her spirit roams these hills forevermore.
The first version of The Beatles "Helter Skelter" was a 27 minute jam, so you can imagine what Ringo was going through pounding away all that time. To convince the guys that he needed a break, he screamed, "I've got blisters on my fingers!" This was included on the fadeout.
Stephens Stills played timbales on the Bee Gees hit, "You Should Be Dancing." He was in the next door studio laying down a Crosby, Stills and Nash album and could hear Saturday Night Fever being recorded. Stills recognized its potential to be a monster hit and he wanted to contribute.