If a picture paints a thousand words, then this album paints a landscape - and like the rolling landscape, this too is evolving and progressive - gone are the Willow And The Pine and in their wake The Voyager thunders by. Like Castaways drifting with a purpose, and wrappers discarded by the Candyman. Like forgotten Clocks etching at the emotions of time, with a Fall and Rise reminiscent of White Waters, lapping away on some distant shore. And somewhere absorbed in the swelling depths - out of Phase and lost In Swingtime The Last Psalm is kindled and a new world - a Holy Ireland is born! But then this is just - A
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