Amber - The Gardener & The Tree

Ambers in the sand

Try pick 'em up i cabt

I know some things are not the some way

So handle it with care

And lose it all again

My heart’s a thing you could have called your own

Oooh

You own

My heart’s a thing you could have called your own

Your own

Your own

My heart’s a thing you could have called your own

Sit upon a stone

Wont blossom by the sun

Certain of it was part of growing old

Ancient stories too

This towen rings a bell

When fire comes to burn the hopes you had

Take it as it is

And so the story is

My heart’s a thing you could have called your own

You own

My heart’s a thing you could have called your own

You own

You own

You could have called it your own oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh

You could have called it your own oh oh

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