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Saoirse waiting for her love to come back from across the sea. A bolero song from the album 'Ireland goes Latino'. Full album on Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/mv29nbmw #irish #irishmusic #latinmusic #bolero Lyrics: At first pale light on the cliff so high, Where the sea meets heaven and the gulls drift by, Walks Saoirse fair with her copper hair, Barefoot dreams in the morning air. Along the path she gathers bloom, Wild white bells and a splash of blue, Twistin’ love with a careful hand, For a wreath and a hope she don’t command. She sighs so soft though her heart is wide, Full of love she can’t deny, For her true love sails beyond the foam, Somewhere far from the thought of home. Oh the dawn moves slow when you’re in love, Every breath is a prayer sent up above, Time stands still on the edge of the sea, Waitin’ for who you’re meant to be. She whispers words to the flowers round, Promises tender, no witness found, “Carry my love on the rollin’ tide, Bring him back to my waiting side.” She lifts the wreath with a trembling hand, Lets it drift from the edge of land, “Go now, love—go swift, go true, And tell him I’m waitin’ too.” Oh the dawn moves slow when you’re in love, Every breath is a prayer sent up above, But the sea remembers what hearts say, Even when words float far away. Less than an hour, the mist grows thin, A white sail cuts the morning in, Her heart leaps first before her eyes— “That’s him,” she knows beneath the skies. She gathers her skirts and she runs full speed, Past the cliffs, past the stones, past the ache and need, Laughin’ through tears as the harbor gleams, Chasin’ love through waking dreams. Oh the dawn moves fast when love comes home, Every step says “You’re not alone,” And the sea sings low in a bolero sigh, As Saoirse runs with the sun on high.