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 hear 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
 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.
 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.