| The thundering waves are calling me home to you
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| The pounding sea is calling me home unto 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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| And 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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| Your world was not mine, 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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| Turning to go I heard you call my name
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| Like a bird in a cage spreading its 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
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| The thundering waves are calling me home unto you
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| The pounding sea is calling me home unto to you
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| The thundering waves are calling me home unto you
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| The pounding sea is calling me home unto to you
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| The thundering waves are calling me home unto you
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| The pounding sea is calling me home unto to you
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| The thundering waves are calling me home unto you
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| The pounding sea is calling me home unto to you |