Song Description
A sense of place connects us to the land of our ancestors. Wistful, celebratory, Celtic feel with guitar, bouzouki,
tin whistle, uilleann pipes, violin, bodhrán and vocal harmonies
| Song Length |
4:41 |
Genre |
World - Celtic, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Content |
Subject |
Life, Country, Nation |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Western wind wrestles the waves
Ancient sun gives in to grey
I walk barefoot on the strand
I turn my face into the rain
Each silver pearl giving me strength
I am rooted in the ground
Yes I feel it
It's in my bones - a drumming deep down in the marrow
Echoes of my long-forgotten home
And now I know in this place of my belonging
The land is blessed by every sacred stone
It's in my bones
Morning's hope falls into night
The piper's hand brings her to life
I am dancing by the fire
I can feel it
It's in my bones - a drumming deep down in the marrow
Echoes of my long-forgotten home
And now I know in this place of my belonging
The land is blessed by every sacred stone
It's in my bones
In my bones
Though I may fly away
I hear the songs you sing
They call me to your shores
It's in my bones - a drumming deep down in the marrow
Echoes of my long-forgotten home
And now I know in this place of my belonging
The land is blessed by every sacred stone
It's in my bones
It's in my bones