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"The Ember and the Gold" is a song about memories, passing time, and the warmth of a love that never truly fades. A nostalgic journey through the winter of age and the golden meadows of youth. 📜 Lyrics: "The fire in the grate burns low and still, A mirror to the winter on the hill. My hands are parchment, trembling and thin, Marking where the heavy years have been. But close my eyes, and through the misty veil, The colors rise, and age begins to fail. I see the meadow where the lark did sing, I see the girl who brought the eternal spring. Oh, how the sunlight danced within your hair, A crown of gold that only you could wear. That first shy touch, the trembling of the hand, The finest magic in this mortal land. We knew not pain, nor death, nor creeping cold, We were the story that was never old. A single kiss that made the planet spin, The sweetest sorrow... that I cannot win. Do you remember how we used to run? Two shadows chasing down the setting sun. My lungs were iron, and my heart was drum, We thought the winter days would never come. The world was painted in a violent hue, Of deepest green and overwhelming blue. We swore an oath upon the river stone, That neither heart would ever beat alone. I feel the phantom rhythm in my chest, The ghost of youth, put quietly to rest. The river flows, the stones have turned to sand, The clock has ravaged all that we had planned. The names are faded on the wooden gate, And I am left here, weeping at the fate. But oh, the privilege! To feel the sting! To know I held the center of the ring. I’d trade these years of wisdom and of breath, For one more moment... just before the death. The fire is out. The room is turning gray. The memory... begins to slip away. But on my cheek, a single warm reply, A diamond tear that refuses to dry. My first... My love... My beautiful... Goodbye." 0:00 - Intro / The Fire Burns Low 1:21 - The Colors Arise (Chorus) 2:15 - Memories of Youth 4:41 - A Final Goodbye 🎹 Style: Cinematic Ballad / Folk-Pop / Emotional Acoustic