The Celts… when evening falls

“…everyone is a visionary, if you scratch him deep enough. But the Celt, unlike any other, is a visionary without scratching.”

William Butler Yeats

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When the evening falls
And the daylight is fading
From within me calls
Could it be I am sleeping?

For a moment I stray
Then it holds me completely
Close to home, I cannot say
Close to home, feeling so far away

As I walk the room, there before me a shadow
From another world, where no other can follow
Carry me to my own, to where I can cross over
Close to home, I cannot say
Close to home, feeling so far away

Forever searching, never right
I am lost in oceans of night
Forever hoping I can find memories
Those memories I left behind

Even though I leave, will I go on believing?
That this time is real, am I lost in this feeling?
Like a child passing through
Never knowing the reason
I am home, I know the way
I am home, feeling oh, so far away