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