On a dark des ert high way,

cool wind in my hair,

warm smell of co li tas

ris ing up through the air,

up a head, in the dis tance,

I saw a shim mer ing light.

My head grew hea vy and my sight grew dim; I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the door way,

I heard the mis sion bell,

and I was think ing to my self: this could be (E)hea ven or this could be hell.

Then she lit up a can dle

and she showed me the way.

There were voi ces down the cor ri dor, I thought I heard them say:

‘Wel come to the Ho tel Ca li for nia.

Such a (F#)love ly place, (such a love ly place) such a (Bm)love ly face.

(G)Plen ty of room at the Ho tel Ca li for nia,

a ny (Em)time of year, (a ny time of year) you can (F#)find it here.’