Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Olde Ways...

As I lay outside in my uncle's backyard watching the stars under the Arizona skies,
I was overcome with melancholy over a favorite song that played on my ipod by an extroardinary Celtic singer of the name Loreena McKennitt.
The song is called "The Olde Ways." Thought I'd share it's beauty.
"The pounding sea is calling me home to you
The pounding sea is calling me unto 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
And 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 clouds above.
Turning to go heard you calling 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 to you
The pounding sea is calling me home unto you
The thundering waves are calling me home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home unto you
The thundering waves are calling me home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home unto you"

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