100 Years From Now (Elson Karen)

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