In a little in Georgia, of Atlanta way, she into my life, that and stormy day.
Past my she wandered, out of that driving rain, through the wrinkles and weathered marks, I saw a filled with pain.
I just sat with a saddened heart, with 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 at that 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 want to pry.
As I touched her on the shoulder, I hoped not take my gesture wrong, I thought of those worn out again, and how she could gotten along.
Then she her hand in mine, and it ever so tight, I knew things would be ok, everything would be alright.
I her if she was hungry, if she something to eat, but she just sat quietly, in her seat.
I placed my arm her, to try and her warm, I was thankful she had in, away from that storm.
as tears streamed down her face, her brown looked up at me, and at that I realized, our encounter was 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 her a little story, 'bout two in love, the took one of them, now she speaks to this heart above.
As tears flowed my cheek, she placed her face 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 thank the for bringing two hearts together, in that ol' cafe.