Loreena McKennitt - The Old Ways Lyrics
The thundering sea is calling me home, home to youThe pounding sea is calling me home, home to youOn a dark new year's night on the west coast of ClareI heard your voice singingYour eyes danced the song, your hands played the tune'Twas a vision before meWe left the music behind and the dance carried onAs we stole away to the seashoreAnd smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hairWith sadness you pausedSuddenly I knew that you'd have to goYour world was not mine, your eyes told me soYet it was there I felt the crossroads of timeAnd I wondered whyAs we cast our gaze on the tumbling seaA vision came o'er meOf thundering hooves and beating wingsIn the clouds aboveTurning to go, heard you call out my nameLike a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly"The old ways are lost," you sang as you flewAnd I wondered whyThe thundering waves are calling me home, home to youThe pounding sea is calling me home, home to youThe thundering waves are calling me home, home to youThe pounding sea is calling me home, home to youThe thundering waves are calling me home, home to youThe pounding sea is calling me home, home to you