In a little in Georgia, south of way, she into my life, dark and stormy day.
my table she wandered, from out of driving rain, through the wrinkles and weathered marks, I saw a face filled pain.
I sat there with a saddened heart, overcome a case of the blues, for she wore an old raincoat, and a pair of shoes.
As I up to her gently, and just there at her side, I gazed at that face, the tears that she had cried.
I her to my table, and took her off to dry, I could tell her was filled with sorrow, I didn't want to pry.
As I softly her on the shoulder, I she'd not take my gesture wrong, I thought of those out clothes again, and how she could gotten along.
Then she her hand in mine, and it ever so tight, I knew things would be ok, that would be alright.
I her if she was hungry, if she something to eat, but she sat there quietly, in her seat.
I my arm around her, to try and her warm, I was thankful she had in, from that dreadful storm.
Then as tears down her face, her brown eyes up at me, and at that I realized, our was meant to be.
She me the love of her life had died, two years ago day, I her closer to me, searching for the right to say.
I told her a story, 'bout two in love, the took one of them, now she speaks to this heart above.
As flowed down my cheek, she her face against mine, asked if I was ok, I her now I'd be fine.
Now when I think of day so long ago, I get on my knees and pray, I the Lord for bringing two hearts together, in little ol' cafe.