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
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 the clouds above.

Turning to go I heard you call out my name,
Like a bird in a cage spreading it’s 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 thundering sea is calling me home, home to you.

The Old Ways / Loreena McKennitt