100 Years from Now - Karen Elson

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…

A hundred years from now, dear

We shall not care at all

It will not matter then, dear

The honey you’ve all (?)

The song we sang together, dear

It will not mean no more

They’re words upon a page, dear

These days of sorrow and row

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 now

A 100 years from now, dear

We shall not care at all

It will not matter then, dear

The honey you (?)

The song we sang together dear

It will not mean no more

Words upon a page dear

Them words upon a page dear

These days of sorrow and row