Ambrose Wykes

Ambrose waits

For don't fires to burn

Burning, broken branches

Of this family tree

Its not you and me

That has to suffer

Ambrose she cried

Cos the son's not so welcome

Into a kingdom that

He's been given by birth

And NOW's got no worth

In his rich little luxury life

They took tomorrow away from him

And gave him back all, all his yesterdays

Ambrose starting

To see with an opening eye

Life's so uncertain

He won't give it a try

Cos their heavenÂ's too high

For his rich little luxury life

They took tomorrow away from him

And gave him back all his yesterdays

And they took tomorrow away from him

And gave him back all his yesterdays

All his yesterdays

All his yesterdays

They gave him back all his yesterdays

All his yesterdays

They gave him back all his yesterdays

hey gave him back all his yesterdays