Woman of 1000 Years

Woman of 1000 years

How are your sons of a time ago?

Do they still admire your silvered ways

As you go down to the sea and the golden sand?

You may be seen up in the sky and from the land

Or floating by, a fisherman's day

Flying down from a high

She's gone and then appears

From the water's edge

Woman of 1000 years

He waits to see you

You may be seen up in the sky and from the land

Or floating by, a fisherman's day

Flying down from a high

She is gone and then appears

From the water's edge

He waits to see you

For it has been long since you left him

On his own to wander

Woman of 1000 years

How are your sons of a time ago?

Do they still admire your silvered ways

As you go down to the sea and the golden sand?