Echoes Of The Old Ways

Beneath the green hills where the shadows lie
A voice drifts soft as the evening sky
It carries the grief of a thousand years
A song of sorrow a song of tears

Oh hear the echoes of the old ways
Whispers lost on the wind
They sing of the love and the heartbreak
Of all that might have been

The keening rose where the hungry wept
By fires gone cold the laments were kept
Through exile's path and the ocean's roar
The song still follows forevermore

Oh hear the echoes of the old ways
Whispers lost on the wind
They sing of the love and the heartbreak
Of all that might have been

In the hush of the night the pipes still cry
The fiddle weeps though the years drift by
And every stone and every grave
Still keeps the sound of the song they gave

Oh, hear the echoes of the old ways
Whispers lost on the wind
They sing of the love and the heartbreak
Of all that might have been

So linger here where the hills are wide
Let sorrow walk by your side
For in each note a soul remains
An echo bound in Ireland's veins