Someone pass this lonely place, asking me
"You need a ride, the skies have darkened?
"Whimsy weather, “he said is coming this way.
There is no longer a cheerful clouds or sun.
He beckons run, to this truck or pay the price
It's a long way to town, that's my honest advice."
"Armored plated you are not, so be wise."
Stop baiting me, can't you see. I'm waiting.
I just reinstate it. Now, may I have your leave?
It’s but a mid-summer’s eve as I waited for him.
The stranger took his chance. I kept my stance.

Then came the rain, falling like splatters of paint.
I will endure. I shall kept the faith.
It’s for him, my love. I will wait in rain or shine.
As true lovers do, I'm betting he’ll come.
I’ll wait for him ‘til the setting sun.
If he don’t come, the rain would have won.

Now soaking wet, I lost the bet
I just stood there in the rain.
My face and clothes all wet.
I thought I saw his silhouette.
Happy at last, not caring that I was wet. 
I love him, so glad I did not go away.
But the silhouette was not you, my beau.
It was the man from the truck, a rope in tow.

"I fear your man is dead, don’t wait no more,"
There was an accident near the outer shore
With my rope I could not pull him out
The road damaged by waters with a rapid flow,
The rushing waters pulled him down.



I could hear him say, tell her that waits
That I ran so fast I couldn’t see.
The path was filled with such debris
As raging waters pulled me down.
""You’ll know her by her dress of blue.
My waiting flower with love so true."