6/24/2023 0 Comments Enya helter skelter lyrics![]() What a way! What a way to make it through. ![]() One song especially, Wild Child, with its lines of: ![]() Her buoyant, rather whimsical music was my marching tune as I explored my loop of lake road and wandered the farmer's fields that bordered my new home. I remembered being seventeen, just moved to the eastern side of the states, with Enya as my soundtrack on long, summer conference road trips up and down the verdant east coast. Hear an old song and you find a feeling in your heart, a taste in your mouth, familiar as yourself. To hear one particular song is, at times, to reacquaint myself with the heart and knowledge I had when I first heard it. Memories, states of being, get woven into music for me. I plugged in my iPod and sat back, listening. The song itself, a twirling, foot-tapping waltz of a thing came tumbling into my mind, this joyous presence I'd forgotten. Joy had mentioned the lyrics of an old Enya song to me the day before, and I suddenly remembered the passionate, teenage adoration I'd borne the very mysterious Enya and her ethereal music. I'd read, I'd studied, I'd thought on my rainy morning, and now, I wanted music. I stretched on the tiny couch so that my face met the tawny, mist-framed green of the mountain, and the dove light dripped and flowed over my sight.
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