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 heard your voice singing
Your eyes danced the song
Your hands played the tune
'Twas 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 the clouds above

Turning to go
I heard you call out 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
Home to you
The pounding sea
Is calling me home
Home to you

The thundering waves
Are calling me home
Home to you
The pounding sea
Is calling me home
Home to you

The thundering waves
Are calling me home
Home to you
The pounding sea
Is calling me home
Home to you