In a little in Georgia, south of way, she into my life, that and stormy day.
Past my she wandered, from out of driving rain, through the wrinkles and tear marks, I saw a face with pain.
I just sat 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 stood at her side, I gazed at beautiful face, through the tears she had cried.
I her to my table, and her coat off to dry, I could her heart was filled with sorrow, though I want to pry.
As I touched her on the shoulder, I hoped not take my gesture wrong, I thought of those out clothes again, and how she have gotten along.
she placed her hand in mine, and it ever so tight, I knew things would be ok, that everything be alright.
I her if she was hungry, if she something 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 that dreadful storm.
Then as tears down her face, her brown eyes up at me, and at that I realized, our encounter was to be.
She me the love of her life had died, two ago this day, I held her to me, searching for the words to say.
I her a little story, two people in love, the Lord one of them, now she speaks to this from above.
As tears down my cheek, she placed her face mine, then if I was ok, I her now I'd be fine.
Now when I of that day so long ago, I get on my knees and pray, I thank the for bringing two hearts together, in that ol' cafe.