• He waits for his love,
    he waits for his heaven,
    he waits for his angel,
    who left for a reason.
    Wait, she said, wait on the front steps.
    And so he waits, on the stairs,
    so long he waits, endless stares.
    He waits for his love,
    he waits for his heaven,
    he waits for his lover,
    who would wait for him.
    I'll wait, he said, on the front steps
    I'll let nothing disturb me, until we meet, next.
    He never ate, never slept, never moved,
    he said I love you, to his love, true.
    The day he died, his soul still sat,
    the way she would come, he kept looking at.
    His lover came, her hair gray,
    she fell and cried, her lover was dead.
    I waited, I promised you, was what he said.
    He waited for his love,
    he waited for his heaven,
    even in death,
    he waited 'til she came.