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The Old Ways
The thundering waves are calling me home to you
The poundering 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
My world was not yours, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wonder why.
As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came o'er me
Of thundering hooves and beating wungs
In clouds above.
As you turned to go I heard you call my name.
You were 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
Music and Lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
I spent a most haunting New Year's Eve in Doolin,
County Clare, Ireland some years ago, and was moved
by the antiquity of the  some of the celebrations. Yet
I was met by deep reminders that they may be the
remnants of the old world meetinh the "new". -L.M.