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
HeÂ'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
Ambrose Wykes
Ambrose espera
Que no haya fuegos que ardan
Quemando ramas rotas
De este árbol genealógico
No somos tú y yo
Los que tenemos que sufrir
Ambrose lloró
Porque el hijo no es bienvenido
En un reino que
Le ha sido dado por nacimiento
Y AHORA no tiene valor
En su pequeña vida de lujo
Le quitaron el mañana
Y le devolvieron todos sus ayeres
Ambrose comienza
A ver con un ojo abierto
La vida es tan incierta
Él no lo intentará
Porque su cielo es demasiado alto
Para su pequeña vida de lujo
Le quitaron el mañana
Y le devolvieron todos sus ayeres
Y le quitaron el mañana
Y le devolvieron todos sus ayeres
Todos sus ayeres
Todos sus ayeres
Le devolvieron todos sus ayeres
Todos sus ayeres
Le devolvieron todos sus ayeres
Le devolvieron todos sus ayeres
Escrita por: Marti Pellow, Wet Wet Wet, Clark Grahaeme, Tommy Cunningham