Wings of Amber
The wind is calling out your name
Sifting through the pines and the clay
Like a quiet memory in the draft
Lifting up the weight of the past
Let the spirits fly on the rising gale
Leaving behind every broken trail
Floating away
where the wild air blows
Down where the quiet river
flows
They dance in the shadows of the old oak tree
Light as a breath,
finally feeling free
No heavy chains to hold them to the earth
Finding their peace in a quiet rebirth
Oh, catch the wind,
let it lead you home
Into the open sky,
no more to roam (oooh) (ahhhh)
Let the spirits fly
on the rising gale
Leaving behind every broken trail
Floating away
where the wild air blows
Down where the quiet river
flows
On the wind
we go...
Floating
away... (hummmm)