Top 100 #12

I first heard Watermark, Enya's remarkable second album and still her best, when I was a sophomore in college. I remember where I was when I first heard it. It wasn't new age elevator music. Not to me. It moved me. It still does.

It's not a coincidence that I titled my second novel The Watermark. Nor was it a coincidence that I titled one of my early, unpublished novels Exile.

As I continue to go through my favorite 100 songs (and really, I could put 500 in this ever-changing list), I'm putting "Exile" off Watermark as another one of those songs. These are songs that moved me in the moment and that I go back to time and time again.

These songs do pertain to my writing. Sometime in the future, you'll understand why.

"Exile" by Enya:

Cold as the northern winds
in December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
from this far distant shore.
Winter has come too late
too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these 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.


Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.

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