Lyrics The Calling - Méav
                                                The 
                                                Calling
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                many 
                                                paths 
                                                not 
                                                taken
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                many 
                                                words 
                                                unsaid 
                                                -
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                    I 
                                                travel 
                                                far, 
                                                they 
                                                bind 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                web 
                                                of 
                                                golden 
                                                thread
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                hear 
                                                    a 
                                                far-off 
                                                calling
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                water 
                                                flows 
                                                ahead
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                waiting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                river-man
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                hidden 
                                                riverbed
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                bank, 
                                                three 
                                                women 
                                                passing
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                measure 
                                                time 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                -
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                mirror 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                can 
                                                but 
                                                darkly 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                walk 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                meadows
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                child 
                                                in 
                                                either 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                river's 
                                                many 
                                                shadows
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                will 
                                                pass 
                                                from 
                                                land 
                                                to 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                promises 
                                                unspoken
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lie 
                                                like 
                                                fallen 
                                                leaves 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                thread 
                                                is 
                                                still 
                                                unbroken
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                hidden 
                                                may 
                                                be 
                                                found
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                wheeling 
                                                birds 
                                                are 
                                                leaving
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                pass 
                                                the 
                                                sinking 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                will 
                                                travel 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                river-man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                time 
                                                and 
                                                time 
                                                is 
                                                run.
 
                                    
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