She has the strength of the river
Though she can bend to the wisdom of the change
She don't wear clothes that once slithered
Baubles and bangles of ivory, jade
She likes to feel, a sense that she's
A woman of her own century
There is no fear no selfish needs
She's a woman of destiny
She never takes idle trinkets
And gets no kicks out of silver or gold
Just put your heart up before her
She'll give you back the very breath from her soul
She likes to feel, a sense that she's
A woman of her own century
There is no fear no selfish needs
She's a woman of destiny
This is no frail vestal virgin
She can be stubborn in so many ways
No whispered prayers against failure
Or trivial pursuits such as fame
She is a child of the spirit
An individual who runs with the flame
She don't believe idle gossip
Or stoop to slanderous games
She never lies to a lover
And never cries she is "left in the cold"
The only rose in the garden
The only lamb in the fold
She likes to feel, a sense that she's
A woman of her own century
There is no fear no selfish needs
She's a woman of destiny