When the old man got up

In the mornin' he'd pray

Lord won't you make this my very last day

I am done with my life

Since my love went away

Please Lord make my day

I've been cryin' all night

Till the bleak morning light

And my pillow is soaked in despair

For there's nobody there

Where my sweet darling lay

Please Lord make my day

When the widow woke up

In the morning she pray

Lord turn this into my dying day

I am done with my life

Since you took him away

Please Lord make my day

I've been weepin' all night

Till the bleak mornin' light

And my pillow is drenched in despair

For there's nobody there

Where my sweet darling lay

Please Lord make my day

When the old man got out

For his bottle of booze

To wipe out the memories he wanted to loose

He noticed the widow

So lonesome in line

At the liquor store holding her wine

But the looks they exchanged

Seemed somehow arranged

So the pain in their eyes they could share

As if someone up there

Made a slight little ray

Of light in the dark of their day

When they walked out the store

They were talkin' some more

Till they managed a smile and a touch

It didn't seem to be much

But it felt mighty fine

Better than whiskey and wine

Between the liquor store line

And a kiss on their way

The Good Lord'd been makin' their day

Tekst en muziek: Marc De Koninck

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