St. Patrick heard the voice of the Irish calling to him, saying, "Come holy boy and walk amongst us again."
May we also hear Celtic voices both past and present—the ancient lives, the immigrant ancestors, the modern day wayfarers—and learn from their stories.
Dec 21, 2011
From the Songwriter
I came across this original song posted on YouTube. It's just beautiful. I've posted the words to the song below the video. I could not find the songwriter's name, but here is a link to her YouTube page. Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
As I went out walking in the snow Under cold and silver moonlight I thought I heard an angel's voice Singing, "Silent, holy night." But the song was not from an angel choir Nor from the moonlit sky. It was nearer than my beating heart And softer than a sigh And softer than a sigh
As I went out walking in the greenwood On a grey and cloudy day I listened for the voice again To hear what it might say And then again a song I heard As I paused to hold my breath But the song I heard was an ancient dirge Its story told of death Its story told of death.
As I went out walking on city streets All tempest tossed with care Above the sound of the busy town I heard the sweetest air. I heard the bells with their tale to tell Of a child in a manger laid Who through His birth brought peace to earth And by His death would save And by His death would save.
The bells rang out for all to hear Still the anxious crowd hurried by Those who listened well could hear the bells And the story they did cry. But none lingered long to hear the song Oh, there was only I To hear the sound of my beating heart That was softer than a sigh It was softer than a sigh.