Woman of 1000 Years Songtext
von Fleetwood Mac

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

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


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?