Listening to music by Enya brings back so many memories for me.
Hearing her music reminds me of my childhood. I can clearly remember popping her album A Day Without Rain (2000) into my boombox - back before iPods and MP3's - at night before I went to sleep, putting the boombox on the bed next to my pillow, plugging my headphones in and letting the soft, beautiful music soothe me to sleep. I listened to this album almost every night when I was seven, eight years old.
Only Time brings back especially strong memories for me. This was one of my favorite songs by Enya at the time.
When I got older, I stopped listening to Enya. The CD was packed away with a lot of the other albums I adored as a child, and I moved on to the style of music I enjoy now.
But, for some odd reason, today I had a strange urge to listen to Enya again. I found the album, and listening to tracks like Only Time made me smile and made me remember how much it meant to me when I was little. I turned on Tempus Vernum - a darker track, only two-and-a-half minutes long - and laughed, remembering how it was the only track on the album I couldn't fall asleep to when I was younger; the chanting vocals scared me! Now, I love the entire style of it. Other songs, like Wild Child and the title track, A Day Without Rain, also put me in a reminiscent mood.
Now I'm pleased to say Enya's eight-year-old album graces the inner workings of my iPod. I can't wait to fall asleep listening to her lovely voice again.
Here's a small taste of the music I loved as a child. This is Only Time by Enya.
Enya - Only Time Official Music Video
Who can say where the road goes? Where the day flows? Only time.
And who can say if your love grows, as your heart chose? Only time.
Who can say why your heart sighs, as your love flies? Only time.
And who can say why your heart cries, when your love lies? Only time.
Who can say when the roads meet, that love might be, in your heart.
And who can say when the day sleeps, if the night keeps, all your heart.
Night keeps all your heart
Who can say if your love grows, as your heart chose? Only time.
And who can say where the road goes? Where the day flows? Only time.
Who knows? Only time . . .