Текст песни Karen Elson - 100 Years from Now

Hear this song my love, let it be the thorn
That pierces through the rose
The past doesn't forgive a trouble
For tomorrow sinks in its sorrow...1

A hundred years from now, dear
We shall not care at all
It will not matter then, dear
The honey of God

The song we sang together, dear
It will not mean no more
Than words upon a page, dear
These days of sorrow and woe1

A 100 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 100 years from now1

A 100 years from now, dear
We shall not care at all
It will not matter then, dear
The honey of God

The song we sang together dear
It will not mean no more
Words upon a page dear1

Than words upon a page, dear
These days of sorrow and woe