Sad music drifting in off the night
Borne by a 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,
Consoling 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 'round the fireside singing the seanos,
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.

Saturday night in the dancehall the band playing ceili,
Girls one side boys on the other.
A jig and a reel or a polka,
The hope of a moment of passion before going home.

These are the Irish ways calling me home again
These are the Irish ways calling me home again

Beltie, Paul Hill and Brian Keenan, a handful of brave ones,
Bringing it all back home again
When Christy Moore sings of Irish ways
You know that the song has come from the depths of his soul.

There's a feeling of change running through the land.
The church and the right wing finally losing their awesome control.
We don't give a damn for your border,
And we are the future so take heed or look to your prayers.

These are the Irish ways calling me home again.
These are the Irish ways calling me home again.


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Irish Ways (with Ron Kavana) song meanings
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