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

On a dark new year's
On the west of Clare
I heard your singing
Your danced the song
hands played the tune
T'was a before me.

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

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

As we cast our on the tumbling sea
A came o'er me
Of thundering and beating wings
In above.

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

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

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