There is a somewhat lonely lady
Her name is Isabella
She had her fortune read when young
And a gypsy she did tell her
“Someday my girl a man will come
To knock you off your feet
A man so kind and handsome too
Will think you very sweet”.
Now Isabella lives in dreams
Her heart be open wide
Still waiting for that man to come
And make her his sweet bride
But Isabella sits alone
The Gypsy had it wrong
She’s ninety now but still she waits
The need in her so strong.
For Isabella does not know
That she is old and grey
She has the heart of a fair young maid
She still lives for the day
When her lover man will come
Oh, she’s still filled with hope
She’s filled with loves sweet lullaby
She’ll never sit and mope.