A lonely heart sets the table but is she a Milly, br a Betty or a Mabel. Tea, coffee, cakes and ale br but outside there blows a gale. Sash cord windows br rattling like chains, thunder and lighting tormenting her br brains. A frail old lady who always lays up for tea but no br one comes not even her family. As the rain pours down she br gives a little frown as she looks at a photo in her wedding br gown. A picture of love on her wedding day, a day she br never wanted to go away.Now all that's forgotton as the br clouds roll together, will her lonely heart stand up to this br gale force weather. She draws the curtains and says br goodnight to the storm then sits by the fire where its br cosy and warm. br No visitors tonight she says to the cat who lay curled up br on the fireside mat. Again she views her wedding day and br asks the Lord to show her the way.Then she holds the cat br to her lonely heart so that they will never be apart. The dear br old lady died that night and the cat now sits on her burial site.