Woman of 1000 Years

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 golden sand?
 You may be seen up in the sky
 And from the land or floating by
 A fisherman's day
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 Flying down from a high
 She is gone and then appears
 From the water's edge
 Woman of a thousand years
 He awaits to see you
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 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 awaits 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 golden sand?