Look Both Ways/ Rise and Go
Kesh Jig/Road to Lisdoonvarna/Campbell’s Farewell to Redgap
(Traditional)
My Son/Home With the Girls in the Morning
Words: Tony Krogh; Music: Traditional
What’s that blood upon Your brow,
Come, Son, tell me truly.
What’s that blood upon Your brow,
Come, Son, tell me truly.
That blood it comes from thorns so long,
Hie lady, ho lady mother;
That blood it comes from thorns so long,
O sin has wounded me.
What’s that blood upon Your hand,
Come, Son, tell me truly.
What’s that blood upon Your hand,
Come, Son, tell me truly.
That blood it was shed for man,
Hie lady, ho lady, mother;
That blood it was shed for man,
For his sin has wounded me.
And what’s that wound upon Your side,
Come, Son, tell me truly.
And what’s that wound upon Your side,
Come, Son, tell me truly.
It comes from love that I cannot hide,
Hie lady, ho lady, mother;
It comes from love I cannot hide,
O i long for man to love Me.
And tell me who has made Thee cry,
Come, Son, tell me truly.
And tell me who has caused Thee to die,
Come, Son, tell me truly.
‘Twas the sin of man that made me cry,
Hie lady, ho lady, mother;
‘Twas my father’s will that I should die,
All for man to be free.
And tell me when You’ll return again,
Come, Lord, tell me truly.
And tell me when you’ll return again,
Come, Lord, tell me truly.
O when the stars fall from the sky,
Hie lady, ho lady, mother;
When the sun and moon lay down to die,
Then my kingdom shall be nigh.
Carpenter (Lord of All)/Ten Penny Pit
Words: Glenn Kaiser; Music: Tony Krogh
A carpenter from Nazareth
A Man from Galilee
He talked a lot of love
And setting captives free
The men who rallied 'round Him
Fishermen by trade
He called out twelve
They followed Him
And fishermen He made
He spoke a lot in churches
And in the countryside
The people heard Him gladly
As He prophesied
About His Father's kingdom
Salvation through the Son
He exposed the liars
He had them on the run
One night they came and took Him
And nailed Him to a tree
Though He never sinned a single sin
He died for you and me
But He did just what He said He'd do
God raised Him from the grave
He said if we'd believe in Him
That we would be saved
Of all who came to follow
He never lost a one
Except the ones who ran from Him
To travel on their own
But He talked a lot of judgement
And you'll either rise or fall
You can call Him what you will
I call Him Lord of all!
The Cold Within
Words: Anonymous; Music: Tony Krogh
Six men trapped by circumstance in the bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs, the first one held his back.
For of the faces 'round the fire, he noticed one man black.
The next one sitting 'cross the way saw one not of his church
and couldn't bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes and gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat band and thought of all he had in store,
and how to keep what he had earned from the lazy poor.
And the black man's face bespoke revenge as the fire passed from his sight.
All he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white.
The last man of this group did nought except for gain,
giving only to those who gave was how he played the game.
Their logs frozen in their hands was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from cold without, they died from cold within.
Jennifer’s Favorite/Blarney Pilgrim/Swallowtail Jig
Tony Krogh/ Traditional/trad.
No Easy Answer
Words: Tony Krogh, Pat Peterson; Music: Tony Krogh/traditional
I’ve never walked upon your streets
Nor leaned upon your walls;
I’ve never seen your countryside,
But i’ve heard your angry calls.
You shed your blood upon the land,
You gave your lives unto a man;
But Ireland is wounded and
She’s bleeding once again.
Ireland I’ve never seen
Your cities or your towns,
But human nature is the same
Wherever man is found.
I know of all the troubles
You’ve had so many years;
The fire the flame, the burning shame
That’s bringing you to tears.
From the Bogside to the Shankill,
Whether wearing orange or green,
Dying is reality
When fighting for a dream.
To bring all men together
‘Twas the reason that He died,
For there is no room for rifles
When you’re standing side by side.
There is no easy answer
When everything is gray
And the land of saints and scholars
Is fading fast away.
O Ireland, the war within
Is where the battle starts,
His peace will come to nations
When He changes human hears.
What Will Ye Do
(Words: Tony Krogh; Music: Traditional)
She sat by the water while her thoughts flowed about her;
The heart in her breast, it seemed like a stone.
For the life that she carried was no longer there;
The cruel knife did its work and she's alone.
Now there's no one to turn to, there's nowhere to go;
She's so scared of leaving, but afraid to go home.
"This isn't the way they'd said it would be,"
Said the note left behind as she fell to the sea.
CHORUS:
And what will ye do about me?
Tell me, what will ye do about me?
Don't cast me aside, out of sight out of mind;
Tell me, what will ye do about me?
Down on the cobbles the ragman is lying,
A bag tied with twine holds all that he owns.
The woman he married is lo longer there;
The cruel drink did its work, and now he's alone.
There's no one to turn to, there's no place to go,
No job, no money, no place to call home.
"This isn't the way they said it would be,"
Said the look in his eyes as he turned them on me.
From a tenement cellar a young man came stumbling,
Tracks of the needle stood bold on his arm.
His age, barely twenty, but his eyes are so empty;
The junk took its toll, his life nearly gone.
There's no one to turn to, no place for relief;
He can't hold a job so he must play the thief.
"This isn't the way they said it would be,"
Said the man trapped inside him as he longed to be free.
They came o'er the water to escape all the slaughter,
Their country was torn by the mad dogs of war.
The freedom we'd offered was no longer there,
It had vanished like mist when their boats touched the shore.
Now there's no one to turn to, no place to find peace;
Their babies are hungry, their crying won't cease.
The isn't the way they said it would be;
And still no one offers to bring them relief.
When men here are hurting and children they cry;
When women are lifting their face to the sky
With hope disappearing and their backs to the wall,
Now tell to me, Christian, who'll answer the call?
Oh we can't ignore them, the Church cannot sleep;
If we sow indifference then what will we reap?
We may have the answer right here in our hand,
But how can we help with our head in the sand?
November Child
Words & Music: Pat Peterson
Silence in the heavens, a cold November day.
Rain is softly falling, a little one is calling
On a cold November day.
Silence is the heart, a cold November day.
Snow is softly falling, a little one is calling
on a cold November day.
Silence in the soul, a cold November day.
Night is softly falling, a little one is calling
On a cold November day.
A bustle in the house, a cold November day.
Dawn is slowly breaking, a silent heart is aching
On a cold November day.
A bustle at the table, a cold November day.
A meal of Thanksgiving, shared among the living
On a cold November day.
Night is softly falling, a cold November day.
A day of joy and gladness is shattered by the madness
of a cold November day.
Tears are softly falling, a cold November day.
Darkness slowly falling, a little one is calling
On a cold November day.
Lovely Joan/James Cameron Stuart/Mark’s Wedding/The Donor Wants Her Kidney Back
Traditional/trad./Tony Krogh/trad.
None But One
Words: Tony Krogh; Music: Traditional
I walk the quiet roads by night
All in the wind and weather,
And by the day I steal away
To sleep is shaded heather.
And in my dream there came a cry,
It moved with human sound;
Some did walk, others did run,
Some lay upon the ground.
And some did stop to help the weak;
Some trampled on the others.
And in my dream, I understood
And saw them as my brothers.
And from my heart there came a cry
That brought with it a tear;
That none but One can understand,
And none but One can hear.
The deadly war is past and gone,
But there is no peace returning;
The names are graven row by row
Upon that black stone wall;
They were not the only ones to die
When the bombs began to fall.
How can a man deal with his past
When memories keep burning?
They say that time can heal a hurt,
But mine just keeps returning.
Roslyn Castle
Traditional
Feel Like a Robber/Buy New Boots for Maggie
Tony Krogh/traditional
Rise Ye Up and Go
Words: Tony Krogh; Music: Traditional
Prepare yourselves for battle,
Take up the sword and shield.
Our Chieftain goes before us,
And none of us shall yield.
The High King gives the order,
The piper sounds the call;
Take up the cry and rally
Ye soldiers one and all.
Black clouds of war are forming,
The battle lines are drawn.
Black and white the colors---
There is no neutral ground.
So whet the sward, and string the bow,
Set banner up on high;
“The crib, the cross, the empty tomb!”
Is now our battle cry.
With angels camped around us,
We wait upon the Lord.
We’re ready for the struggle,
He’s trained our hands for war.
Take courage, let your hearts be strong---
In God we cannot fail!
He rides swiftly on the wings of wind,
The dark cannot prevail.
The watchman stands upon the hill,
The piper on the wall;
Waiting for the signal
To give the battle call.
Now hear the cry upon the wind,
It seems to ebb and flow;
Now stronger comes the Lord’s command;
“Rise ye up and go!”
Be Thou My Vision
Words: Eleanor Hull; Music: Traditional
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
Aran Butterfly (Aran Boat/Red Admiral Butterfly)
Traditional
Parting Song
Words & Music: Traditional
Brothers, now our meeting is over,
And surely we must part;
And if I never anymore see you,
I will love you in my heart.
The Lord will land on the sea,
The Lord will land on the shore.
The Lord will land on the see,
And we’ll shout forever more.
Sisters, now our meeting is over,
And surely we must part;
And if I never anymore see you,
I will love you in my heart.
Children, now our meeting is over,
And surely we must part;
And if I never anymore see you,
I will love you in my heart.
Deliverance
Words & Music: Rodney Cordner
Come let us sing a new song,
Let us sing a new song,
Come let us sing a new song,
And what a victory.
For we have been delivered,
We have been delivered;
For we have been delivered,
And all the world will see.
That only He is worthy,
Only He is worthy;
That only He is worthy,
For He has set us free.
