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

On a dark new year's
On the coast of Clare
I your voice singing
Your danced the song
hands played the tune
T'was a vision me.

We the music behind as the dance carried on
As we stole to the seashore
We the brine, felt the wind in our hair
And with you paused.

Suddenly I knew you'd have to go
Your was not mine, your 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 o'er me
Of thundering hooves and wings
In above.

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

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

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