(Verse 1)
Oh, hear me well, both young and old,
A tale of harvest, lost in gold.
Where fields now dance in amber light,
A hidden treasure sleeps from sight.

(Verse 2)
Once a farmer, wise and keen,
Found fortune in the fields of green.
Not in grain nor fruit nor yield,
But buried deep beneath his field.

(Chorus)
Amber glows where secrets sleep,
Whispers ride the winds so deep.
Follow not the reaper’s call,
Lest greed shall bring your fated fall.

(Verse 3)
They say his wealth was not his own,
A gift from gods, a debt unknown.
And when the farmer sought to claim,
The land itself did call his name.

(Verse 4)
One by one, his kin did fade,
Cursed by greed, their fates were laid.
Till only whispers haunt the ground,
Where golden grains and bones are found.

(Chorus)
Amber glows where secrets sleep,
Whispers ride the winds so deep.
Follow not the reaper’s call,
Lest greed shall bring your fated fall.

(Final Verse - Soft and Fading)
Still the hoard lies locked away,
Beneath the soil, beneath the clay.
And those who dig with hearts untrue,
Shall join the whispers, lost from view.