(Spoken)
Out of the mists of Time it comes
Older than the oldest rhyme it comes

Coursing through our veins it comes
Pulsing in our brains it comes
Crashing like a thunder roll

Echoing in our very soul
Listen for it as it comes
The pure and primal sound of drums

(Spoken end)

Hear our hymn from the heartland

Hear our prayer
Steer us through stormy waters
Lead us there...


When the storm is raging
And thunder rolls

Deliver us from the ocean
Save our souls


(Gaelic chorus)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)


When the winds are howling
Vigil keep
Shelter us and save us

From the deep

(Gaelic chorus)

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)

A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

Thank you, Lord, you have brought us

Safe to shore
Be our strength and protection
Ever more


(Gaelic chorus)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)

A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)


(Gaelic bridge)
Déan trócaire (Have mercy)

Déan trócaire (Have mercy)
A Thiarna (Lord)



A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)


A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)

A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)