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Tir Na Nog

After all we're only human ...


More of a spell than song with so many incantations, souls enraptured, heavenly songs, of being in the garden, wet with rain and golden autumn days. The natural, mythical and spiritual woven together to form a tapestry which transports the listener away from the temporal. The delicate instrumentation at once embellishes the story and heightens the vision.  

Van references freedom from attachment as the means to enlightenment and a release from the cycle of life and death but despite that being a life long pursuit he would rather come back to a suffering existence, if it meant that he and his love could be together. A love he believes they have experienced many times before such is its depth. A love that has the power to rejuvenate old souls. A love worth turning away from the eternal presence to experience once again. 

Only Van. Breathe it in.


We were standing in the kingdom
And we stood by the mansion gate
We stood enraptured by the silence
As the birds sang their heavenly song
In Tir Na Nog

We stopped in the church of Ireland
And prayed to our father 
And climbed up the mountainside 
With fire in our hearts
And we walked all the way
To Tir Na Nog

I said with my eyes I recognised your chin
It was my long lost friend
To help me from another lifetime
We took each others hands 
And cried like a river
When we said hello and we walked
To Tir Na Nog

We made a big connection
On a golden autumn day
We were standing in the garden wet with rain
And our souls were young again
In Tir Na Nog

And outside the storm was raging
Outside Jerusalem
We drove in our chariots of fire
Following the big sun in the west
Going up, going up
To Tir Na Nog

You came into my life 
And you filled me and you filled me, oh so joyous, 
By the clear cool crystal streams
Where the roads were quiet and still
And we walked all the way
To Tir Na Nog

How can we not be attached? After all we're only human
The only way then is to never come back
Except I wouldn't want that would you?
If we weren't together again
In Tir Na Nog

We've been together before in a different incarnation
And we loved each then as well
And we sat down in contemplation
Many many many times you kissed mine eyes
In Tir Na Nog

A stunningly, beautiful live version from 1986


And we loved each other then as well ...

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