In a little in Georgia, south of way, she walked my life, that and stormy day.
my table she wandered, from out of that rain, through the wrinkles and weathered marks, I saw a face with pain.
I just sat there with a heart, overcome a case of the blues, for she an old raggedy raincoat, and a of wornout shoes.
As I up to her gently, and stood there at her side, I at that beautiful face, through the tears she had cried.
I her to my table, and her coat off to dry, I could tell her heart was with sorrow, though I want to pry.
As I softly her on the shoulder, I hoped she'd not my gesture wrong, I thought of worn out clothes again, and how she have gotten along.
Then she placed her in mine, and held it so tight, I somehow things would be ok, that everything 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.
Then as tears streamed her face, her eyes looked up at me, and at that I realized, our encounter was to be.
She told me the love of her had died, two years ago day, I her closer to me, for the right words to say.
I told her a story, two people in love, the took one of them, now she speaks to heart from above.
As tears down my cheek, she placed her face 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 two hearts together, in little ol' cafe.