Ambel - Child of the Wind Lyrics

The jackals are courting the amber half-moon
Owls saoring in the night
The mist is rising but sleep won't come soon
An eternity flies 'fore my sight

"A passenger I'll be", swore a younger soul
"Swifts and swallows by my side
I'll sail across the sea, I'll hitch to the pole
The confident of both snow and tide

Child of the wind, I'll roam
In foreign fields a twig
Of silver seas the foam
I shall know no gold nor fame
As I walk in hayle and rain
They say there's even paths to the moon"

Down from the door where it all began
A mind most willing to be free
Aiming for the shore, the forgotten strand
In every place digging the beauty

By busy crossroads and scecluded moors
Thousands of voices through my ears
Will stay only those who have opened doors
The rest still alive in my stories

Child of the wind, I roam
In foreign fields a twig
Of silver seas the foam
I shall take the blame
If you don't remember my name
I'll be leaving when the daisies bloom

They said that in my chest was concealed a stone
Who could shine for no other
As an unspoken quest I rolled it on and on
Until it would break and scatter

Its dripping pieces I have left all over
When love, even brief, felt real
Despite the roaring seas my memories will never
Forget the light touch of this feel

Child of the wind, I roam
In foreign fields a twig
Of silver seas the foam
Engulfed in a lonely flame
Flies an amber that bears my name
The midnight breeze might bring it back soon

Blessed is too pale of a word to define
Oh, those golden instants
Conversing with the vale, the stream and the pine
A lone soul's priviledged moments

And when eyes say a bit more than talks or charms
When it seems like a sign that you meet
When it feels so warm to rest in newfound arms
Farewell has a taste of bittersweet

Child of the wind, I roam
In foreign fields a twig
Of silver seas the foam
Let us try to feel no pain
As we set apart again
In our dreams will remain the cocoon

Child of the wind, I'll roam
Sometimes less than a memory
Often fleeting like the foam
Though I know there may be no gain
If I hit the road again
The familiar itch will spread in me soon
I'll be dreaming once more of walking to the moon
And I'll be leaving when the daisies bloom