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 of God The song we sang together, dear It will not mean no more Than words upon a page, dear These days of sorrow and woe 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 of God The song we sang together dear It will not mean no more Words upon a page dear Than words upon a page, dear These days of sorrow and woe