كلمات 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 T'was a vision before me We left the music behind As the dance carried on As we stole away to the seashore And smelt the brine Felt the wind in our hair In 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 up 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