Loreena McKennitt - The old ways

The thundering ^D/F#waves are calling me ^C/Ghome, home to ^Amyou ^Em The pounding ^D/F#sea is calling me ^C/Ghome, home to ^Amyou ^Em

On a dark New Year's ^Bmnight, on the west coast of ^CClare I heard your ^Amvoice singing ^Em Your eyes danced the ^Bmsong, your hands played the ^Ctune 'Twas a vision be^Dfore me ^Em

We left the music be^Bmhind and the dance carried ^Con As we stole a^Amway to the seashore ^Em And smelt the ^Bmbrine, felt the wind in our ^Chair With sadness you ^Dpaused

Suddenly I ^Emknew that you'd have to ^Bmgo Your world was not ^Cmine, your eyes told me ^Dso Yet it was ^Emthere I felt the crossroads of ^Bmtime And I wondered ^Cwhy ^{D Em}

As we cast our ^Bmgaze on the tumbling ^Csea A vision came ^Amo'er me ^Em Of thundering ^Bmhooves and beating ^Cwings In the clouds a^Dbove

Turning to ^Emgo, heard you call out my ^Bmname Like a bird in a ^Ccage, spreading its wings to ^Dfly "The old ways are ^Emlost," you sang as you ^Bmflew And I wondered ^Cwhy ^{D Em}

The thundering ^D/F#waves are calling me ^C/Ghome, home to ^Amyou ^Em The pounding ^D/F#sea is calling me ^C/Ghome, home to ^Amyou ^Em

The thundering ^D/F#waves are calling me ^C/Ghome, home to ^Amyou ^Em The pounding ^D/F#sea is calling me ^C/Ghome, home to ^Amyou ^Em

The thundering ^D/F#waves are calling me ^C/Ghome, home to ^Amyou ^Em The pounding ^D/F#sea is calling me ^C/Ghome, home to ^Amyou ^Em