A Four Leaf Clover

Once I sang at a service station by a motor way Nobody knew me Nobody looked at me Nobody cared about me I wanna go home haven’t even sang yet My voice was shaky Blushed like anything Such a stupid story As the song ends I ran away without looking back Someone is calling me out of the blue “Excuse me, miss” “Wait for me, hold on” “How I loved your song, such a great voice you have” “Would you take this for me?” She hands me something ever so awkwardly A beautifully dried lovely four-leaf clover, a lovely clover Tapping on my back saying do not give up Here she was before me just like a shining angel, just like an angel Oh, I'm not sure if I can take this So touched I was, not a lonely I wasn't any more After asking what my name is she goes “Good luck for you” “I will remember you” She hands me something ever so awkwardly A beautifully dried lovely four-leaf clover, a lovely clover Tapping on my back saying do not give up Here she was before me just like a shining angel, just like an angel And she vanishes off Planting a fresh four-leaf clover in my heart