In a little in Georgia, of Atlanta way, she walked my life, dark and stormy day.
Past my she wandered, out of that driving rain, through the and weathered tear marks, I saw a filled with pain.
I just sat there with a heart, overcome with a of the blues, for she wore an old raincoat, and a pair of shoes.
As I up to her gently, and stood there at her side, I gazed at that face, through the that she had cried.
I her to my table, and her coat off to dry, I could tell her heart was 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 worn out clothes again, and how she have gotten along.
she placed her hand in mine, and held it so tight, I knew somehow things be ok, that 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 she had wandered in, away from that 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 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 tears flowed my cheek, she placed her face mine, then if I was ok, I her now I'd be fine.
Now I think of that day so long ago, I get on my knees and pray, I thank the Lord for bringing two together, in that ol' cafe.