There was a house down the street
When I was a little boy
My father told me,
"Son you'll find God there"

I always thought that he lived in the clouds
Now I know what he meant
In the eyes of a lonely woman
Who had no family that came and went

But she talked with Jesus every day
Over coffee and water or tea
And he was there to hold her hand
When she could no longer see

Yeah she talked with Jesus every day
Until he took her home to the shore
Now she walks with Jesus every day
And she's never lonely anymore

I remember when she died
And we walked up the street
The family was there from miles around
And my father said she was very sweet

Poor woman caught fire one night
And the burns wouldn't go away
And I was too young to understand
Who the man was in her house that day

But she talked with Jesus every day
Over coffee and water or tea
And he was there to hold her hand
When she could no longer see

Yeah she talked with Jesus every day
Until he took her home to the shore
Now she walks with Jesus every day
And she's never lonely anymore