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.