Lyrics: The Old Ways

The thundering sea is 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
'Twas a vision before me

We left the music behind and the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
And 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, heard you call out 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

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 pounding sea is calling me home, home to you
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you