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Enya - Exile / As Baile (Original Instrumental)

"The exile of lonely words… the exile of heart and soul". — notes by Roma Ryan. A Box of Dreams, 1997 "Exile, in this song, is the seperation from one whom you love and is more than merely a physical experience. Yet in the loneliness of this song there is hope and determination". — notes by Roma Ryan, Only Time: The Collection, 2002 In fact it was Rob Dickins who argued that the music that would become ‘Exile’ should have lyrics rather than the mouth music which Enya began with. “He said, ‘You know Wilfred Owens poetry, that would be very suitable for that piece of music’,” Roma explains, “The air is melancholy and it reminded me of an exile but I knew some of Wilfred Owens work, and I trued to write the piece in that kind of style. I think my approach to lyric writing is ‘poetic’ in its feel anyway.” Going with the Flow, Hot Press, 1988 Nicky Ryan: “On ‘Exile’ we wanted to use shakuhachi (the Japanese flute) but we couldn’t find a good player, so we got a gypsy guy to play the flute.” Watermark Recording Process, Sonics, 1989 "Although I wrote a small outline of this track when Warner first released it digitally in the U.S. I thought I might recap and possibly add a few words. As I had said then, As Baile is a companion piece to Exile. One sings of exile and the longing to return home, the other sings of love and of loneliness. They are both part of the same longing. I also love the way Enya sings both these songs. That cry of distance in one, and in the other that pure lament, the immediate sound of an anguished heart". From home… For you My love will guide as a light in darkness For you My love will rise in each night, each day (My love is true day and night) My Love flies free day and night — Roma Ryan. Shepherd Moons 30th Anniversary Watch Party, 2021 A vocalised version of the song was released as a b-side ‘As Baile’ in 1991. ‘Exile’ was the first lyric Roma wrote for the album. ~ Lyrics Cold as the northern winds in December mornings, Cold is the cry that rings from this far distant shore. Winter has come to lay too close beside me. How can I chase away all this fears deep inside? I’ll wait the signs to come. I’ll find a way. I will wait the time to come. I’ll find a way home. My light shall be the moon and my path – the ocean. My guide the Morning Star as I sail home to you. I’ll wait the signs to come. I’ll find a way. I will wait the time to come. I’ll find a way home. Who then can warm my soul? Who can quell my passion? Out of these dreams abode I will sail home to you.