She sits in her bathrobe, a cup of coffee in her hand
Softly a radio is playing an old country western band
A sad song is telling the story of her life it seems
The sun is just coming up and an old woman dreams
She remembers when she danced to a gay country tune
At her wedding dance on that long ago day in June
She recalls the touch of his hand as he led her around the floor
And his strong arms as he carried her through the door
Life has rushed by so fast; the love of her life so long dead
It was just yesterday she was young and her life lay ahead
The care of her babes was a great joy in her life
But the pain of remembering cuts her heart like a knife
How she wishes she could go back, if she had her way
And gather her children around her as she did every day
As she lifts her cup, her hand trembles with the frailty of years
And an old woman dreams and fights back the tears
She thanks God for the blessings and the good life shes had
She knows He gave her much more good than He ever did bad
It's just that her life has gone by way to fast so it seems
A sad country song is playing and an old woman dreams
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January 12, 2001
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