She needs a little company for a while

Just a gentle word, a friendly smile

Because she’s growing old and lonely

And her one need is only

Just a little company for a while

She is growing old and growing grey

She has dreams of long gone days

She’s been a baby’s mother's mother

Now she really has no other

And needs a little company for a while.

She doesn’t go out much anymore

Just stands waiting at her door

Dreaming of how life used to be

When she was only twenty-three

Needing a little company for a while

She’ll tell you with a tear in her eye

How people stared as she walked by

And of how, when times were good

She was something in the neighbourhood

Now, she needs a little company for a while

She’s wondering where her life has gone

As she counts the years up, one by one

Looking in the mirror at her wrinkled face

She’s on the last lap of her race

Pleading a little company for a while

So, if you’re walking down the street

And a little old lady you chance to meet

Remember, she was young once too

And she’ll be glad to talk to you

And have a little company for a while.

 
Tony Channing 2005