Aran Isles by Tess Callaghan

Aran Isles

I go there in winter
Against the human tide
To listen to stories
Of the old Aran Isles

To get to know darkness
That lingers by and by
Cleansed by isolation
Warmed by the fire

I go there in winter
I go there in winter

The sea a dimpled glass
The long boats glide upon
With nets for fish and seaweed
By sandy shoreline strewn
Where salty ocean air
And pure, sweet rain drops fall
A balm to wash away
All that’s been before

I go there in winter
I go there in winter

With fine shark liver oil
Burning bright in the lamp
The boiling of the cauldron
The rhythm of the rowing
The stirring of the children
Just woken by the storm
Beyond the thick stone walls
Inside so safe and warm

• Pop
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• folk
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• singer-songwriter