The Old Ways Loreena McKennitt The Visit
Loreena McKennitt - 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 and the dance carried on As we stole away to the seashore We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair And 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 th clouds above. Turned to go I heard you call 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.
