In a cafe in Georgia, south of way, she into my life, that dark and day.
my table she wandered, from out of driving rain, through the wrinkles and tear marks, I saw a face filled pain.
I just sat there a saddened 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 gazed at beautiful face, the tears that she had cried.
I her to my table, and her coat off to dry, I could tell her heart was filled sorrow, I didn't want to pry.
As I touched her on the shoulder, I hoped she'd not my gesture wrong, I thought of worn out clothes again, and how she could have along.
Then she placed her in mine, and it ever so tight, I somehow things would 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 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 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, two people in love, the Lord one of them, now she speaks to this heart above.
As tears flowed my cheek, she placed her against 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.