In a little 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 sat there with a saddened heart, overcome with a of the blues, for she an old raggedy raincoat, and a pair of shoes.
As I up to her gently, and stood there 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 didn't to pry.
As I touched her on the shoulder, I she'd not take my gesture wrong, I thought of those worn out again, and how she could have along.
she placed her hand in mine, and it ever so tight, I knew somehow things be ok, that everything be alright.
I her if she was hungry, if she wanted 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 from that storm.
Then as tears streamed her face, her brown eyes up at me, and at moment I realized, our encounter was to be.
She told me the love of her had died, two ago this 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 flowed down my cheek, she placed her face mine, asked 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 for bringing two hearts together, in little ol' cafe.