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Celtic Ray

I can hear the mothers voices calling ...


"In the early morning we'll go walking where the light comes shining through." A longing for home captured in song. Deep roots that can never be severed and still sustain although strained by distance. Comfort and ease found upon return.

"I wanna go home ..."




Children, children, come home children ...

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