Amber Glow
While I was walking the field
my eye caught an amber glow
twas not the setting sun
but loves sweet harvest
As I stood watching her
she became aware of me
A smile played across her lips
an invitation I must except
She meet me on a hill top
both arriving at the same time
I looked into her and saw the
fire from an amber glow
my eye caught an amber glow
twas not the setting sun
but loves sweet harvest
As I stood watching her
she became aware of me
A smile played across her lips
an invitation I must except
She meet me on a hill top
both arriving at the same time
I looked into her and saw the
fire from an amber glow
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