Stories from the Exile
Words, music and arrangements by Vincent Lockhart
Words, music and arrangements by Vincent Lockhart
Exiles
Edinburgh, Scotland; Bota, Cameroon; Berwyn, PA, USA; Arden, Scotland
Edinburgh, Scotland; Bota, Cameroon; Berwyn, PA, USA; Arden, Scotland
Pàirt 1 - An talamh a tha a 'caoidh
O mo phàiste, rug mi thu
agus tha mi duilich d ’fhaicinn a’ falbh.
Is mise am fearann aig a bheil aislingean d’athar
agus òrain is deòir do mhàthar.
Tionndaidh thugam
ged a tha do dhòchas a-nis gad stiùireadh fada bho seo.
Tionndaidh thugam
agus labhraidh mi mo ghaol.
Oir thrèigear mi a nis
mar a bheir thu bhuam d ’anam.
Falbhaidh an cuimhne a-nis bhon àite seo
agus sàmhchair còmhdaich mi.
Cuimhnich ormsa
nuair a tha an rathad fada is dorcha.
Cuimhnich ormsa
aig bàsachadh do sholas.
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.
Stories from the Exile - An talamh a tha a 'caoidh (The Land which Grieves)
Pàirt 2 - Òran air a 'chladach
Part 1 - Song at the shoreline
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.
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.
Stories from the Exile - Song at the shoreline (Pàirt 2 - Òran air a 'chladach) 161-276
You slipped away in the morning
from exile to Iona.
John, you told me that we are shamed in Africa.
And as I watched you speak to me
I saw God’s justice in your eyes.
But before the best was done, my friend,
you were slipped away.
From the halls of Westminster
to the hills of Argyll,
wasn’t the search you made for Him
there in each and every mile?
And maybe when it’s over
it’ll all become clear
that all the roads that we have travelled
were to bring us back to here:
that we must slip away.
Slip away, slip away, slip away.
Slip away, slip away, slip away.
from exile to Iona.
John, you told me that we are shamed in Africa.
And as I watched you speak to me
I saw God’s justice in your eyes.
But before the best was done, my friend,
you were slipped away.
From the halls of Westminster
to the hills of Argyll,
wasn’t the search you made for Him
there in each and every mile?
And maybe when it’s over
it’ll all become clear
that all the roads that we have travelled
were to bring us back to here:
that we must 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.
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.
Part 3 - Prayer of the exile
Pàirt 4 - Òran na fògarraich
Pàirt 5 - Turas
Pàirt 6 - Cha toir mo bhròn buaidh orm
Pàirt 7 - till, m ’anam, gu d’ fhìor dhachaighh
Pàirt 5 - Turas
Pàirt 6 - Cha toir mo bhròn buaidh orm
Pàirt 7 - till, m ’anam, gu d’ fhìor dhachaighh
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.