Exiles
Edinburgh, Scotland; Bota, Cameroon; Berwyn, PA, USA; Arden, Scotland


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Exiles is a piece I have been writing for a while now.
Last week I wrote the orchestral background for verse 2 of Part 2
(Òran air a 'chladach)
I have added the music to a film of a beach. Hope you enjoy.



Pàirt 1 -
Part 1 - The Land which Grieves

O my child, I bore you
and I grieve to see you go.
I am the land that holds your father's dreams
and your mother's songs and tears.

Turn to me
although your hope now leads you far from here.
Turn to me
and I will speak my love.

For I shall be now forsaken
as you take from me your soul.
Memory will fade now from this place
and a silence cover me.

Remember me
when the road is long and dark.
Remember me
at the dying of your light.


Pàirt 2 - Òran air a 'chladach
 
 
You slipped away with the morning tide
into exile on Iona,
a long way from the wars at Cul Dremhne,
over the turning sea
to the shores of your soul.
Wind and fire.
The power before you,
the power behind to slip away.
Part 2 - Song at the Shoreline

Background

Chaluim Chille (in English - 'Columba') was an Irish monk who founded the monastic community on the island of Iona just off the cost from Mull in the north west of Scotland in 563 AD.





Colum Cille, what did you see there there?
What were the things you found?
Did you free yourself in the wind and rain
from all the things to which we are all bound?
So I ask you come with me
to show me the way.
To leave it all behind again
and to gently slip away.
 
Slip away, slip away, slip away.
Slip away, slip away, slip away.


Pàirt 3 - Ùrnaigh aig a 'Fhàgail

Chan eil fíos aig duine, a Chaluim Chille.
Chan eil fíos aig dune, Iain á Erraghàidheal,
na tha e ‘cosg a bhith ‘na fhògarach
air sgàth na Rioghachd.
Dèan ùrnuigh air son ant-seachranaich.
Dèan ùrnuigh air mo shonsha
nuair a shiùbhlas mi.


Pàirt 4 - Òran na fògarraich


Pàirt 5 - Turas


Pàirt 6 - Cha bhi mi a 'chùis le mo bhròn


Pàirt 7 - Till, m 'anam, gu d' fìor dachaigh