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, the wrinkles and weathered tear marks, I saw a filled with pain.
I just sat with 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 just stood at her side, I at that beautiful face, the tears that she had cried.
I her to my table, and took her off to dry, I could tell her heart was filled sorrow, though I want to pry.
As I softly her on the shoulder, I hoped she'd not my gesture wrong, I of those worn out clothes again, and how she could have along.
she placed her hand 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 wanted to eat, but she just sat quietly, in her seat.
I placed my arm her, to try and her warm, I was thankful she had in, away that dreadful storm.
as tears streamed down her face, her brown eyes up at me, and at that I realized, our was meant to be.
She told me the love of her had died, two ago this day, I her closer to me, for the right words to say.
I told her a story, two people in love, the Lord one of them, now she speaks to heart from 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 little ol' cafe.