Three Women

There was once a woman, I met walking up in the mountains. She was beautiful, she was kind, with a red flower in her hair. She took the words straight out of my mouth. There was once a woman, I met walking near a stream. She washed her whites, she dried her blacks, with a pure white apron on, she washed my mistakes away. There was once a woman, I met in a lonely cafe. She was lovely, she was warm, when she started to sing, she blew my soul away.