Uploaded September 2010 | Updated September 2026, 49 minutes ago

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My time will come
I heard the sun
Tell the robin bird
The beauty, the beauty of the spoken word
In the Amber Woods.....

Summer's last charade
Was a game he played
With an ending rhyme
No one carin' for the time
In the Amber Woods.....

Amber Woods......
Nothin' gold is gonna stay
We felled, we raked, we bagged away
The Amber Woods

Amber.....Woods.....
Nothin' gold is gonna stay
We felled, we raked, we bagged away
The Amber Woods....

And sometimes late at night
When the...the pain it hits me right
I can almost hear the rustling of the leaves...
Of the Amber Woods

Amber.....Woods....
Nothin' gold is gonna stay
We felled, we raked, we bagged away....
The Amber Woods.......