The Old Ways

The thundering waves are calling me home to you The pounding sea is calling me home to you On a dark new year's nightOn 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 hairAnd with sadness you paused. Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go My world was not yours, 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. 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 flew And I wondered why.