In a cafe in Georgia, south of way, she into my life, that dark and day.
Past my she wandered, from out of that rain, through the wrinkles and weathered marks, I saw a filled with pain.
I just sat with a saddened heart, overcome a case of the blues, for she an old raggedy raincoat, and a of wornout shoes.
As I up to her gently, and just stood at her side, I gazed at beautiful face, through the that she had cried.
I her to my table, and her coat off to dry, I could her heart was filled with sorrow, though I didn't to pry.
As I softly her on the shoulder, I hoped she'd not my gesture wrong, I thought of those worn out again, and how she have gotten along.
she placed her hand in mine, and held it so tight, I somehow things would be ok, everything would be alright.
I her if she was hungry, if she wanted to eat, but she just sat quietly, in her seat.
I my arm around her, to try and her warm, I was thankful she had in, away from dreadful storm.
Then as tears streamed her face, her brown looked up at me, and at moment I realized, our was meant to be.
She told me the of her life had died, two ago this day, I her closer to me, searching for the right to say.
I told her a story, 'bout two in love, the Lord one of them, now she to this heart from above.
As tears down my cheek, she placed her against mine, then if I was ok, I her now I'd be fine.
Now when I think of that day so ago, I get on my knees and pray, I the Lord for bringing two hearts together, in little ol' cafe.