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.