The Old Ways

Loreena McKennitt

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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
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
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 calling 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