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Night Owl (Homeward Turns) - Dolores Keane
All the night owl homeward turns
As the down sweeps the sky
We must rise and gather up our flock
Push tears from our eyes
We will tread the secret pathways
The ancients did roam
For now comes the last time we'll call this place home
And their longboats have been spied
Gathering on the strand
Where they hover like a pack of dogs awaiting command
With their iron and their fire
They will cut through the spray
And the word is that this time
Their intention's to stay
All the young men's talk is brave
They must make a stand
With their courage flowing from a jug
Old swords in their hands
Oh how easy they embrace the old gods of war
And their blood flows the moral defending the shore
