Irish Ways(Callin’ Me Home Again)(R. Kavana) 

 

Sad music drifting in off the night, borne by the soft breeze

That blew through the village a moment before -

A haunting slow air that could touch your soul

A piper alone, unaware of a stranger’s attention.

The melody carries me back to Clare in the warm Summer rain

And missing my loved one flown far away,

Consolin’ the pain that I feel in the dark,

Healing the wounds her departure had left on my heart.

 

         These are the Irish ways calling me home again,

         These are the Irish ways calling me home again.

 

Old men all sat by the fireside singing the sean nos

Pints in their fists and their pipes aglow

The lilt of the tune and its Gaelic words

Return in a haze from schooldays not so long ago.

On a Saturday night in the dancehall

The band playin’ ceili, girls one side, boys on the other,

A jig and a reel or a polka and the hope

Of a moment of passion before goin’ home.

 

         These are the Irish ways calling’ me home again

         These are the Irish ways callin’ me home again

 

And now, if the war’s really over, we can start to rebuild

With new hope for the children of Ireland,

With belief in the good of our people as the strongest foundation

On which our future can stand.

Let our power not be measured by riches, but let courage,

Respect and forbearance determine our code,

It may take some time but we’ll get there if we’re true

To our ancient values of friendship and love.

 

         These are the Irish ways callin’ me home again

         These are the Irish ways callin’ me home again