Woman of a thousand 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 gold 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 is gone, and then appears From the water´s edge Woman of a thousand 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 a thousand 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 gold sand