From the recording Heartwood

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Children of Lir comes from a Celtic myth of the same name. From the first moment I read it I was struck, perhaps because it is a story of 3 brothers and a sister, an echo of my own life, or maybe just by the frail beauty of the swans and the lonesome cry of death. How do you cope when paradigms are shifting around you, when all that you know crumbles into a new system of beliefs? Who are you if you have no place of belonging?
Written in Autumn 2007

Lyrics

When feathered wings take flight
Oer the hills, beating the time
To the swans final song
Sung so sweet for so long

As they leave rocky shores
Flying west with the sun
And I watch from the land I love
My past come undone

Oh children of Lir where have you gone?
The hills they are bare but echo your song
Echo your song
The stones silently fall, and where do I belong?

On the hollow faerie mound
The silence calls, mocking the time
When the swans haunting song
Carried far, resounding strong

As their stories they drift
Upon the stormy seas
Lost in the waves of time
The island, it is me

Oh children of Lir where have you gone?
The hills they are bare but echo your song,
Echo your song
The stones silently fall, and where do I belong?

When the bells so loudly toll
An anthem rung, drowning the sound
Of the swans final song
Silver notes, fading withdrawn

Change swiftly comes
On the wings of a dove
The voices once heard are gone
Where are they love?

Oh Children of Lir, where have you gone?
The hills they are bare, but echo your song
Echo your song
Oh Children of Lir, where have you gone?
The hills they are bare but echo your song
Echo your song
The stones silently fall, and where do I belong?
Do I belong?