The Old Ways - Loreena McKennitt

The Old Ways - Loreena McKennitt (罗琳娜·麦肯尼特)
The thundering waves are calling me for home to you
The pounding sea is calling me 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 clouds above
As you turned to go I heard you call out my name
You were 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 pounding sea is calling me home home to you