A friend called me the other day,
She wanted me to come and stay.
At her house for over-night.
She had lots to say and that’s all right.
I packed my bags and off I went,
To her house for time well spent.
We opened up a bottle of wine,
And sat and relaxed and felt just fine.
She told me of her problems deep,
She can’t get hardly any sleep.
Her husband died, you see one day,
By his own hand – it’s hard to say.
She feels so bad and troubled, too,
Some time has past but she’s still blue.
She went to a doctor to discuss,
Her feelings and her sourness.
He did help her to see her way,
To forgive her husband who went away.
We drank some wine and talked some more,
And down we sat on the living room floor.
The next day we went off to see,
His grave site there beneath a tree.
We said hello and hope that he,
Was happy and where he wants to be.