GOLDEN GLASS
(Klaus Ebert/Horst Ebert)

Took a walk down to the sea
Followed footsteps in the sand 
Something beautiful for me 
I found there in the sand.

Picked it up to take a look 
At the brilliant shining thing 
And the treasure that I took induced my heart to sing.

All the time I laughed and sprang 
As high, as high as the sky 
And my mind, my mind it sang
A song of happiness: Golden glass, golden glass...

I will never let it go 
Never loose and never sell Noone will it ever know 
That I did break the spell*