In a little in Georgia, south of way, she into my life, that dark and day.
Past my she wandered, out of that driving rain, through the wrinkles and tear marks, I saw a face filled pain.
I just sat there a saddened heart, with a case of the blues, for she an old raggedy 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 her coat off to dry, I tell her heart was filled with sorrow, though I want to pry.
As I touched her on the shoulder, I she'd not take my gesture wrong, I of those worn out clothes again, and how she could gotten along.
Then she placed her 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 sat there quietly, in her seat.
I my arm around her, to try and her warm, I was she had wandered in, away that dreadful storm.
as tears streamed down her face, her eyes looked up at me, and at moment I realized, our encounter was to be.
She told me the of her life had died, two ago this day, I her closer 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 against mine, then if I was ok, I her now I'd be fine.
Now when I of that day so long ago, I get down on my and pray, I thank the Lord for bringing two together, in little ol' cafe.