the old ways.

The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you
On a dark new year's night on the west coast of Clare
I hear your voice singing
Your eyes danced the song your hands played the tune
T'was a vision before me
We left the music behind and the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair with sadness you paused
Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wondered why?
As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea a vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings in clouds above
As you turned to go I heard you call out my name
You were like a bird in a cage, spreading its wings to fly
"The old ways are lost" you sang as you flew and I wondered why?
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you ....