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Echoes of the Old Ways - The Cheeky Celt
Lyrics by：Randy Jeffrey
Composed by：Randy Jeffrey
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
Hid along
