La, la, la   
La, la, la, la   
La, la, la, la, la, la, la   She was born in April
   1783
   The only daughter of a lawyer in a little town that skirted the sea
      She showed her mother's beauty
   And when she caught his eye   
He was taken by her innocence it'd only be a matter of time   But then one day a cold wind blew and she took ill and wouldn't make it long   
And all that he could do was sit and wonder how something so right could go so wrong      And before she died he told her that he loved her   He said I know we'll be together sometime soon   
He said I don't believe in heaven as he brushed his tears aside   
And he added just before he closed her eyes   If you think that this was good
   Wait until the next life      It was a Friday   
1983   
He was a parking lot attendant in a little town in North Tennessee   
A car approaching
   And when they met eyes   
They sort of smiled at one another for a while but they didn't know why      Then something made her shudder like a butterfly set free from her cocoon   
A flash of indistinguishable moments shared in rainy afternoons   They were married on the second day of summer
   Watched the beauty turn to wrinkles over time
   And before he died she told him that she loved him   
And it was when she said these words he realized   
If you think that this was good   
Wait until the next life      So if you feel like you have known someone forever   
Don't just walk away and spend the night alone   
Because it could be someone far behind your future   
Waiting for their heart to come back home   And if you think that this was good   
Wait until the next life   
Wait until the next life   
Wait until the next life