Hear this song my love, let it be the thorn
That pierces through the rose
The past doesn't forgive our troubles for
Tomorrow sinks in its sorrow
A hundred years from now, dear
We shall not care at all
It will not matter then, dear
The honey of a God
The songs we sang together, dear
It will not mean no more
They're words upon a page, dear
These days of sorrow and woe
A hundred years from now, my dear
We shall not care at all
For it will not matter then, my dear
If we've ever loved at all
And the lonesome songs we sang together
Were the words upon a page
The meaning of them
Long forgotten
A hundred years from now
A hundred years from now, dear
We shall not care at all
It will not matter then, dear
The honey of a God
The songs we sang together, dear
It will not mean no more
They're words upon a page, dear
These days of sorrow and woe
They're words upon a page, dear
These days of sorrow and woe
