(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 um primal sound of drums
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) [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/celtic_thunder/heartland.html ]
When the winds are howling
Vigil must 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)
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)
Most seafaring communities have a strong association to god in general and the christian faith in particular as celtic communities. The sea and weather is in the hands of god and consequently the safety of our men who dare to range these offtimes perilous quests in the simple pursuit of making a living. This is a shanty in the mode of a prayer for the safe deliverance of the brave souls who wander out into the deep dark ocean.