| Song | Woman of the World |
| Artist | Michael Hedges |
| Album | Live on the Double Planet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The woman of the world turns slowly | |
| Days are drawn—seasons start to change | |
| She finds that natural boundary | |
| Her eyes change color—sounds begin to fade | |
| I slowly turn away… | |
| from the woman of the world | |
| The woman of the world holds me | |
| to colder courses farther out to sea | |
| where no one really knows me | |
| and if the anchor’s out boarders love and leave | |
| She’s waiting on the beach… | |
| my woman of the world | |
| No one hears the way she whispers every changing season | |
| Through every falling rain I listen without reason… | |
| without reason… | |
| ’till the woman of the world shows me | |
| the secret seed she planted in my heart | |
| Her breath is cool to sway me | |
| Roots shoot down | |
| Her eyes begin to shine | |
| My love runs leaf and vine | |
| through the woman of the world… |
| The woman of the world turns slowly | |
| Days are drawn seasons start to change | |
| She finds that natural boundary | |
| Her eyes change color sounds begin to fade | |
| I slowly turn away | |
| from the woman of the world | |
| The woman of the world holds me | |
| to colder courses farther out to sea | |
| where no one really knows me | |
| and if the anchor' s out boarders love and leave | |
| She' s waiting on the beach | |
| my woman of the world | |
| No one hears the way she whispers every changing season | |
| Through every falling rain I listen without reason | |
| without reason | |
| ' till the woman of the world shows me | |
| the secret seed she planted in my heart | |
| Her breath is cool to sway me | |
| Roots shoot down | |
| Her eyes begin to shine | |
| My love runs leaf and vine | |
| through the woman of the world |
| The woman of the world turns slowly | |
| Days are drawn seasons start to change | |
| She finds that natural boundary | |
| Her eyes change color sounds begin to fade | |
| I slowly turn away | |
| from the woman of the world | |
| The woman of the world holds me | |
| to colder courses farther out to sea | |
| where no one really knows me | |
| and if the anchor' s out boarders love and leave | |
| She' s waiting on the beach | |
| my woman of the world | |
| No one hears the way she whispers every changing season | |
| Through every falling rain I listen without reason | |
| without reason | |
| ' till the woman of the world shows me | |
| the secret seed she planted in my heart | |
| Her breath is cool to sway me | |
| Roots shoot down | |
| Her eyes begin to shine | |
| My love runs leaf and vine | |
| through the woman of the world |