Song For Sarah

Sarah, Sarah likes her tea made black
And I say I love her about twice a week
But I should say it more than that

Oh, Sarah
There ain't a bone in her that's weak
She'll hold you tight, and make it right
She don't ever judge you if you weap

Oh, Sarah
Crystals are the tears that dress your cheek
And I might not see you time to time
But you should know you're in my thoughts all week

Oh, that warm, warm soul
Sarah, another word for home