The Shannon's Home

Wide and silent I do flow

Through the meanders of old

Passing meadows hidden shadows

Laden with their whoa

Gone is the force of waters, wild

Bringing nature's newborn child

Open reaches, gentle ripples

Carrying me slow

Take me home, take me home to the golden fields

Take me down to the river with the fallen leaves

Take me home, all the way so we're always gonna stay

A part of the woven story

Quiet little whispers guide me on

Through the streams of what's begun

Drifting, floating echoes fading

Bearing all I've ever known

Lost are the songs I used to sing

They are drifting on the wind

Oceans calling, I am going

Where all rivers end

Taking me back where I will meet my origin

Bringing me back to where it all began

All of you watching how the sun sets, knowing

You will too have to come

Take me home, take me home to the golden fields

Take me down to the river with the fallen leaves

Take me home, all the way so we're always gonna stay

A part of the woven story

Take me home, take me home to the golden fields

Take me down to the river with the fallen leaves

Take me home, all the way so we're always gonna stay

A part of the woven story

(Words unspoken underneath)

(Meelick Rapids' thundering tides)

(Peace is broken, torn from sheath)

(Wounded silence twists and denies)

All that's been floating down the stream

All the waters come into the light

Soon they sing of the bliss they bring

When once we find life

Take me home, home, home, home, home

Take me home, take me home to the golden fields

Take me down to the river with the fallen leaves

Take me home, all the way so we're always gonna stay

A part of the woven story

Take me home, take me home to the golden fields

Take me down to the river with the fallen leaves

Take me home, all the way so we're always gonna stay

A part of the woven tale

Take me home, come carry on

Been such a long way

But it's always leading home

Take me home, come carry on

Been such a long way

But I know we'll all be coming home