The Old Ways
The thundering waves are calling me home to youThe pounding sea is calling me home to you
On a dark new year's nightOn the west coast of clareI heard your voice singingYour eyes danced the songYour hands played the tuneT'was a vision before me.
We left the music behind and the dance carried onAs we stole away to the seashoreWe smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hairAnd with sadness you paused.
Suddenly i knew that you'd have to goYour world was not mine, your eyes told me soYet it was there i felt the crossroads of timeAnd i wondered why.
As we cast our gaze on the tumbling seaA vision came o'er meOf thundering hooves and beating wingsIn clouds above.
As you turned to go i heard you call my name,You were like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly"the old ways are lost," you sang as you flewAnd i wondered why.
The thundering waves are calling me home to youThe pounding sea is calling me home to you
The thundering waves are calling me home to youThe pounding sea is calling me home to you
The thundering waves are calling me home to youThe pounding sea is calling me home to you