Uploaded June 2023 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
Original composition, this is a song I uploaded before but this is a new more of a folk style version perhaps, it was written one night in a cottage in the West of Ireland overlooking the Atlantic ocean, I was listening to the wind and thinking of all the people that had lived and worked on the land and sea over the years and how their spirits are kind of ingrained in the landscape
chorus
Well I heard old spirits calling on the wind × 2
They've come back to where life it did begin
In this old house the doors and windows they do shake
The mighty tempest will stir their souls awake
Down the chimney I do hear their songs howl
An ancient hymn of hope has come back to town
In the morning light the grass dances in the fields
Where once upon a time the old folks did live and breathe
The clouds now seem to float down upon the sea
The rolling waves roar shall set your hearts free
The lashing of the rain on rock makes you feel alive
Cherish all this life before it's demise
Original composition, this is a song I uploaded before but this is a new more of a folk style version perhaps, it was written one night in a cottage in the West of Ireland overlooking the Atlantic ocean, I was listening to the wind and thinking of all the people that had lived and worked on the land and sea over the years and how their spirits are kind of ingrained in the landscape
chorus
Well I heard old spirits calling on the wind × 2
They've come back to where life it did begin
In this old house the doors and windows they do shake
The mighty tempest will stir their souls awake
Down the chimney I do hear their songs howl
An ancient hymn of hope has come back to town
In the morning light the grass dances in the fields
Where once upon a time the old folks did live and breathe
The clouds now seem to float down upon the sea
The rolling waves roar shall set your hearts free
The lashing of the rain on rock makes you feel alive
Cherish all this life before it's demise
