(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
The pure and primal sound of drums
(Spoken end)



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)

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)



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)