(Tony Martin/Carl Sweat/Brenda Sweat)
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Jacob was a dirt poor farm boy
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Raised at the fork in the road in a clapboard house
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And Rachael was a land baron's daughter
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Born with a silver spoon in her mouth
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Her daddy said he wouldn't stand
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For Rachael to waste her life with a common man
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He tried hard to keep them apart
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But you can't draw lines in a young girl's heart
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So late one night by the harvest moon
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Jacob climed a ladder up to Rachael's room
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He knew his place, it was right beside her
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Step by step up to her world
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Head over heels for a brown-eyed girl
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And gettin' caught didn't seem to matter
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'Cause heaven was waitin' at the top of Jacob's ladder
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It'll be five years September
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Since her daddy found a ladder and a note on her windowsill
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He swore he'd never forgive them
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But nothin' melts a heart like a grandchild will
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Now she climbs up on his knee
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Says, "Grandpa, tell a story, the one about me"
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He thinks back and his eyes shine
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Says, "Listen Child, once upon a time"
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Late one night by the harvest moon
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Your daddy climbed a ladder to your mama's room
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He knew his place, it was right besde her
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Step by step up to her world
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Head over heels for my little girl
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And here you are, that's all that matters
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'Cause heaven was watin' at the top of Jacob's ladder
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Oh, an angel was waitin' at the top of Jacob's ladder
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Jacob's Ladder
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| Mark Wills |
