A Hundred Years of Living

The voice of an old woman
Carried by the breeze
A lifetime of memories
Re-told with ease
Painful moments of joyous times
A wistful sigh as a church bell chimes.

(Bridge)
And time is no friend
But it's no enemy
It's carried her through a whole century.

(Chorus)
She tells her life in colour
Painting a portrait with her words
A hundred years of living
Is worth its own rewards
And there ain't no shades of grey
In her brightly coloured day
She takes the good with the bad
And strives to feel all she's had.

She bears the scars of yesterday
And not a moment would she wish away
As she remembers all she's lost
She thinks of all she's gained
And she wouldn't trade one tomorrow
For a hundred yesterdays.

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Bridge)