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Old Ways

Loreena Mckennitt

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              THE OLD WAYS (The Visit - 1991)

  Intro: ( Bm - A - G - Em ) x 2
 
Bm                     A                             G                    Em
 The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
Bm                  A                        G                   Em
 The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you

Bm                            A
 On a dark new year's night
                                 G
 By the west coast of Clare
                      A
 I heard your voice singing
Bm                              A
 Your eyes danced the song
                                   G
 Your hands played the tune
                         A
 T'was a vision before me.

Bm                          A                                      G
 We left the music behind and the dance carried on
                    A
 As we stole away to the seashore
Bm                   A                                  G
 We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
                                    A
 And with sadness you paused.

                  Bm                              A
 Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
                              G                                A
 My world was not yours, your eyes told me so
                 Bm                                      A
 Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
                          G - A - Bm
 And I wondered why.

Bm                     A                            G
 As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
                       A
 A vision came o'er me
Bm                     A                          G
 Of thundering hooves and beating wings
                  A
 In clouds above.

                         Bm                               A
 As you turned to go I heard you call my name,
                         G                                     A
 Like a bird in a cage spreading its wings to fly
                            Bm                              A
 "The old ways are lost", you sang as you flew
                           G - A - Bm
 And I wondered why.

Bm                     A                             G                    Em
 The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
Bm                  A                        G                   Em
 The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you

Bm                     A                             G                    Em
 The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
Bm                  A                        G                   Em
 The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you


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Old Ways

Loreena Mckennitt