The Hills of Judea (the Woman in Blue)

She walked in from the hills
wearing blue jeans with frills.
She sang a song in a broken voice.
It was the only one she had,
she had no choice.
Some say she took pills
to kill the pain.

She was a stranger here,
no one knew her name.
There was beauty in her eyes.
There was a wound she could not hide.
Her hair had a touch of gray.
There were lines in her face.
She sang a song in a broken voice.

It was the only one she had,
she had no choice.
She walked in from the hills
wearing blue jeans with frills.
She sang a song in a broken voice.
It was the only one she had,
she had no choice.