Amber Stone

For Mathilde’s children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and their families

And for Grandpa Johannes Thomsen

Listen (MP3)

My father’s father left home, a young Danish lad,
To cross o’er the ocean to a distant land
Bidding family farewell, the tears fell at the door
Leaving all that he loved, the sea and the shore

Chorus:

There are things you can’t hold, but the heart always carries
That can only be told through the tales of fairies
To the voices of old, to the young and the merry
Lift the glass high! ‘Til we all meet again by and by
And over the years came the letters in his sister’s hand
In a language his wife and four sons did not understand
But Grandpa could read them and smile and cry, and dream
That one day his sister Mathilde again he would see   

To chorus

Bridge:

And time passes by
Dreams are lost, or get pushed aside
Then one day they have wings to fly
Take to the sky and cross over the ocean wide
Come walk with me on the shores of the Wadden Sea
Shells there a-plenty to find and to keep
And if you’re lucky you may find amber stone
To tuck in your pocket and carry home
But I found a rare thing no pocket or hand can hold
More precious than amber, more shining than gold
You were the fiddlers and we were the violins
We were the waves and you were the winds

Final chorus:

To the things you can’t hold, but the heart always carries
That can only be told through the tales of fairies
To the voices of old, to the young and the merry
Lift the glass high! ‘Til we all meet again by and by
Come walk with me on the shores of the Wadden Sea
Shells there a-plenty to find and to keep
And if you’re lucky you may find amber stone...

Words and Music by Sara Thomsen
© 2009 Sara Thomsen