(Stephen Stills)

There's a woman that you ought to know

And she's coming, singing soft and low

Singing rock and roll, she's a joy to know

'Neath the shadow of a soothing hand

I am free there, just to make my plans

Dream of faraway lands, anything close at hand

And she will follow me wide, do you know

Familiar places she's been by, that 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