Written by Danny Kirwan. 





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 waits 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 waits 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