The Old Ways - Live At The Alhambra Palace, Granada, Spain/2006

The thundering waves
Are calling me home
Bound 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
It was a vision before me

We left the music behind as the dance carried on
As we stole away to the seashore
And smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
In 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 over me
Of thundering hooves and beating wings
In the clouds above

Turning 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?

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...