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.