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The thundering are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, to you

On a new year's night
On the coast of Clare
I heard your voice
Your danced the song
Your hands played the
T'was a before me.

We left the music behind as the carried on
As we stole to the seashore
We smelt the brine, the wind in our hair
And sadness you paused.

Suddenly I that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, eyes told me so
Yet it was there I the crossroads of time
And I why.

As we our gaze on the tumbling sea
A vision came me
Of thundering and beating wings
In above.

As you turned to go I heard you my name,
You were like a in a cage spreading its wings to fly
"The old ways are lost," you as you flew
And I why.

The thundering waves are calling me home, to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, to you

The waves are calling me home, home to you
The pounding sea is calling me home, to you