EMBERS

Warmer than mid-summer's breeze, bringing back old memories.
Warmth I thought had washed away in the tides of yesterday.
But oh-it sings - and oh-it sighs ! It knows where the longing lies.
I thought my heart had grown too wise,
but that is not its way.

(Chorus)
This doesn't fade away with time.
It only rests and rises strong.
It will not heed the nagging mind -
it knows where it belongs.
Haunting memories remain,
stirring embers into flame.

Sometimes, like a distant star, the light is clear, but oh - so far.
This ghost of yesterday's desire, how can it be a phantom fire,
like a sweet remembered kiss ? How can effort to resist,
disappear like morning mist, while the flame grows higher ?

(Chorus)
This doesn't fade away with time.
It only rests and rises strong.
It will not heed the nagging mind -
it knows where it belongs.
Haunting memories remain,
stirring embers into flame.

( © 1998 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty Curtis )

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