Hear this song my love, let it be the thorn that pierces through the rose the past doesn't forgive a troubles For tomorrow sings its sorrow...
A hundred years from now, dear We shall not care at all It will not matter then, dear the honey of the gods
the song 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 the gods
the song we sang together dear it will not mean no more than words upon a page, dear these days of sorrow and woe
than words upon a page, dear these days of sorrow and woeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
