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The thundering waves are calling me home to you |
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The pounding sea is calling me home to you. |
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On a dark new year's night |
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On the west coast of Clare |
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I heard your voice singing |
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Your eyes danced the song |
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Your hands played the tune |
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T'was a vision before me. |
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We left the music behind and the dance carried on |
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As we stole away to the seashore |
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We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair |
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And with sadness you paused. |
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Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go |
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My work was not yours, your eyes told me so |
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Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time |
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And I wondered why. |
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As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea |
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A vision came o'er me |
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Of thundering hooves and beating wings |
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In clouds above. |
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As you turned to go I heard you call my name. |
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You were like a bird in a cage, spreading its |
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Wings to fly |
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'The old ways are lost' you sang as you flew |
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And I wondered why. |
