There you are with your three years score in ten And you're telling me it's extra time from here on in Your children grown you live alone keep busy all the while But I wonder what it is I sometimes see behind your smile. World's turn candles burn children lean a different song And at times you find it hard to sing along The rhythms are all strange to you and the words don't seem to rhyme But the women of today are born of women of your time. And here I am at the mid time of my life Making choces you never had moving into overdrive And looking over my shoulder I can see her coming on Treading iin my footsteps and making them her own. World's turn candles burn children learn a different song And at times I find it hard to sing along The rhythms are all strange to me and the words don't seem to rhyme But the women of tomorrow are born of women of my time And there she stands at fifteen not yet woman no longer child Her future is uncertain but her dreams are running wild And looking back in fifty years I wonder what she'll find Will things have been so differrent for a woman of her time? Here we are the three of us all women of our time.