A lonely heart sets the table but is she a Milly, a Betty or a Mabel.
Tea, coffee cakes and ale,
but outside there blows a gale.
Sash cord windows rattling like chains,
thunder and lighting tormenting her brains.
A frail old lady who always lays up for tea
but no one comes not even her family.
As the rain pours down she gives a little frown
as she looks at a photo in her wedding gown.
A picture of love on her wedding day,
a day that she never ever wanted to go away.
Now all that's forgotten as the clouds roll together,
can her lonely heart stand up to this gale force weather;
she draws the curtains and says good night to the storm
then sits by the fire where it is cosy and warm.
"No visitors tonight" she says to the cat
who layed curled up on the fireside mat.
Again she views her wedding day and asks
the Lord to show her the way.
Then she holds the cat to her lonely heart
so that they will never be apart.
The old lady she died that night,
but the cat had nine lives and he never
stops visiting her burial site.
