There's a woman
That you ought to know.
And she's comin',

Singing soft and low,
Singing rock and roll.
She's a joy to know.

Neath the shadow
Of her soothing hand
I am free there

Just to make my plan.
Dream of faraway lands,
Anything close at hand.

And she will follow me.
What do you know?
Familiar places she's been by,

And I know.
Could it be she don't have to try?
And tomorrow,

She's a friend of mine.
And the sorrow,
I see her face is lined.

She's no longer blind.
She's just hard to find.