In a cafe in Georgia, south of way, she walked my life, that dark and day.
Past my she wandered, from out of driving rain, through the wrinkles and weathered marks, I saw a face with pain.
I just sat there a saddened heart, with 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 that she had cried.
I her to my table, and took her off to dry, I could her heart was filled with sorrow, I didn't want to pry.
As I touched her on the shoulder, I hoped she'd not take my wrong, I thought of worn 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, from that dreadful storm.
Then as tears streamed her face, her eyes looked 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 held her to me, for the right words to say.
I her a little story, 'bout two in love, the took one of them, now she speaks to this heart above.
As flowed down my cheek, she placed her face mine, asked if I was ok, I her now I'd be fine.
Now when I think of that day so ago, I get down on my and pray, I thank the for bringing two hearts together, in little ol' cafe.