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