Loreena McKennitt

THE OLD WAYS (The Visit - 1991)
Intro: ( Bm - A - G - Em ) x 2
^Bm The thundering waves a ^A re calling me home, home to yo ^G u ^Em
Bm The pounding sea is ^A calling me home, home to ^G you ^Em
Bm On a dark new year's night ^A
By the west coast of Clare ^G
I heard your voice si ^A nging
^Bm Your eyes danced the song ^A
Your hands played the tune ^G
T'was a vision before me ^A .
^Bm We left the music behind an ^A d the dance carried on ^G
As we stole away to ^A the seashore
^Bm We smelt the brine, ^A felt the wind in our hair ^G
And with sadness you paused. ^A
Suddenly I knew t ^Bm hat you'd have to go ^A
My world was not yours, your ^G eyes told me so ^A
Yet it was there ^Bm I felt the crossroads of time ^A
And I wondered why. ^{G - A - Bm
Bm} As we cast our gaze on ^A the tumbling sea ^G
A vision came o'er me ^A
Bm Of thundering hooves a ^A nd beating wings ^G
In clouds above. ^A
As you turned to go I he ^Bm ard you call my name, ^A
Like a bird in a cage sp ^G reading its wings to fly ^A
"The old ways are lost", yo ^Bm u sang as you flew ^A
And I wondered why. ^{G - A - Bm
Bm} The thundering waves a ^A re calling me home, home to yo ^G u ^Em
Bm The pounding sea is ^A calling me home, home to ^G you ^Em
Bm The thundering waves a ^A re calling me home, home to yo ^G u ^Em
Bm The pounding sea is ^A calling me home, home to ^G you ^Em
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