Amber Songtext
von The Gardener and the Tree

Ambers in the sand, try pick them up by hand
I know some things are noxious and some rare
So handle it with care, don′t lose it or I swear

My heart's a thing you could
Have called your own
My heart′s a thing you could
Have called your own
My heart's a thing you could
Have called your own


Seeds upon a stone, won't blossom by their own
Accepting it, was part of growing old
Ancient stories tell, those towers ring a bell
When fire comes to burn the hopes you had
Take it as it is, and so the story ends

My heart′s a thing you could
Have called your own
My heart′s a thing you could
Have called your own
Your own

You could have called it your own

So let us turn the page