A Woman, a Woman, a Century of Sleep

I know, I know that I could live in
Whatever house you choose to build and I
Will model myself on it and
Wait for you alone. While you are
Out making a life for us, I will
Stay and watch the days go past, and I'll
See how the plants advance, and they turn on
What they know, now there is

Rosemary where previously
No rosemary was shown; they have
Aerials they feed from me
And they grow and grow and grow, now I am
Shifting into greenery, now the pipes
Are running bone and you might
Think I was a house, but I'm a woman
A woman

Come back, come back before you sit
Come back so you can see
There are roses in the flowerbeds where there never used to be

And all my days are
Fading into these
Walls you made us
But I don't want to be
The queen
In a century of sleep

I know, I know that I believe in
Whatever brings you joy from me, but I've
Swept until I couldn't sweep and this
House is still alive. Now I have to
Find a dress, have to buy a dress
Have to sew the dress 'til the pieces mesh, and I
Don't think I'm ready yet, and I
Haven't got the time; now there is

Rosemary where previously
There was no rosemary; they have
Aerials, they feed from me, and they
Tease and tease and tease; now I am
Shifting into scenery, now the pipes
Are running bleach, and you might
Think I was a house, but I'm a woman
A woman

But you say don't be afraid
And you try to explain
How the best that we can hope and hope to gain
Is to love and then be loved
Is to have and then to hold
'Til we age and then grow old

And all my days are
Fading into these
Walls you made us
But I don't want to be

And all my days are
Fading into these
Walls you made us
But I don't want to be
The queen
In the century of sleep

But I know that I believe
In whatever makes you pleased
In whatever brings you joy, from me