She left her father, been thirty years.
She drew some water, to dry his tears.
She said I’m sorry, I’ve been lonely. I need another …
She crossed through deserts and rivers wide.
She walked through valleys and mountains high.
She crossed the seas, through storm and night
To find a lover …
Love Betsy.
Somebody is going to love you some day.
She worked the night shift, to buy a dress.
She’d break her back. She’d look her best.
She’d sell her soul for tenderness.
But she’s still waiting …
Love Betsy.
Somebody is going to love you some day.