Enya (83,54 %)
Watermark (76,65 %)
In collection
Released: 1988-09-19
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
4
Year (1988):
13
Decade (1980's):
106
Overall:
478
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1.
Watermark
 02:26
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2.
Cursum Perficio
04:09
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3.
On Your Shore
 04:00
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4.
Storms in Africa
04:05
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5.
Exile
 04:22
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6.
Miss Clare Remembers
02:00
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7.
Orinoco Flow
04:26
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8.
Evening Falls...
03:49
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9.
River
 03:12
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10.
The Longships
03:39
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11.
Na Laetha Geal M'Óige
03:56
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Album length:
40:04
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Lyrics |
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1.
Watermark
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| no lyrics yet |
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2.
Cursum Perficio
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Cursum perficio. Verbum sapienti: Quo plus habent, Eo plus cupiunt. Post nubila, Phoebus Iternum |
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3.
On Your Shore
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Strange how my heart beats To find myself upon your shore. Strange how I still feel My loss of comfort gone before. Cool waves wash over And drift away with dreams of youth So time is stolen I cannot hold you long enough. And so this is where I should be now Days and nights falling by Days and nights falling by me. I know of a dream I should be holding Days and nights falling by Days and nights falling by me. Soft blue horizons Reach far into my childhood days As you are rising To bring me my forgotten ways. Strange how I falter To find I'm standing in deep water Strange how my heart beats To find I'm standing on your shore. |
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4.
Storms in Africa
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Cá fhad é ó. Cá fhad é ó. Siúl trídna stoirmeacha Dul trídna stoirmeacha Cá fhad é ó an tús don stoirm. Cá fhad é ó an tús go deireadh. Tóg do chroí. Siúl trídna stoirmeacha. Tóg do chroísa. Dul trídna stoirmeacha. Turas mór. Trom trídna stoirmeacha. Turas fada. Amharc trídna stoirmeacha. |
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5.
Exile
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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. 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. 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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Miss Clare Remembers
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| no lyrics yet |
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7.
Orinoco Flow
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Let me sail, let me sail, let the orinoco flow, Let me reach, let me beach On the shores of Tripoli. Let me sail, let me sail, Let me crash upon your shore, Let me reach, let me beach Far beyond the Yellow Sea. From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon, From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony, From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon, From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea. From the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum, From the deep sea of Clouds To the island of the moon, Carry me on the waves To the lands I've never been, Carry me on the waves To the lands I've never seen. We can sail, we can sail... We can steer, we can near With Rob Dickins at the wheel, We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies We can sail, we can sail... |
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Evening Falls...
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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 |
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9.
River
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| no lyrics yet |
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10.
The Longships
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Hi-ri-u Ho-ro-ho Ho-ri-u Him-o-ro-ho Hoireann is oro Tá muid beo Him oro ho Go Deo na ndeor |
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11.
Na Laetha Geal M'Óige
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Ag amharc trí m'óige Is mé bhí sámh Gan eolas marbh Bhí mé óg san am. Anois táim buartha 'S fad ar shiúl an lá Ochón is ochón ó Na laetha geal m'óige Bhí siad lán de dhóchas An bealach mór a bhí romhan anonn Bhí sé i ndán domh gombeinn, slán, slán. |