-
- Smiling
Lonely
- What a
sight to behold,
- sitting
straight as a Trojan
- with her
ragged old smile.
- Huddled
up with her memories in that ragged old chair,
- her days
come and go like the breath on her lips,
- she don't
even know that you're there.
-
- What a
sight to behold,
- with her
fading gray hair
- and her
crisp cotton dress;
- and those
dusty old portraits down a long hardwood hall.
- She sits
there alone in that forty year dream
- like
she's never been lonesome at all.
-
- Her
friends have all left her, her family's moved on;
- but that
fire in her eyes shows her love has not gone.
- It's been
off in the distance, it's been waiting to be;
- Now she's
counting her sunsets for the man she'll soon
see....
-
- What a
sight to behold,
- with that
smile on her face
- and her
best cotton dress;
- some
folks called her lonely, but they didn't know
- she'll
awaken at dawn in the arms she's long missed
- she'll be
happy at last to be home.
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