Watermark


Click on the links to hear the songs. 1.Watermark
2.Cursuum Perficio
3.On Your Shore
4.Storms in Africa
5.Exile
6.Miss Clare Remembers
7.Orinoco Flow
8.Evening Falls...
9.River
10.The Longships
11.Na Laetha Geal M'oige
12.Storms in Africa II
 Watermark

Cursuum Perficio
cursuum perficio
cursuum perficio
cursuum perficio
cursuum perficio
cursuum perficio
Verbum sapienti (eo plus cupiunt)
Verbum sapienti (eo plus cupiunt)
Quo Plus habent (eo plus cumpiunt)
Verbum sapienti (eo plus cupiunt)
Quo Plus habent (eo plus cumpiunt)
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Quo Plus habent, eo plus cumpiunt
Quo Plus habent, eo plus cumpiunt
Quo Plus habent, eo plus cumpiunt
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Iternum
Iternum
Iternum
Inspired by the inscription on the portico of Marilyn Monroe's last home-my journey ends here.

On Your Shore
Strange how
my heart beats
To find myself upon your shore.
Strange how
I still feel
My loss of comfort gone before.
Cool waves wash over
and drift away with dreams of youth
So time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough.
And so
this is where I should be now
Days and nights falling by
Days and nights falling by me.
I know
of a dream I should be holding
Days and nights falling by
Days and nights falling by me.
Soft blue horizons
reach far into my childhood days
as you are rising
to bring me to forgotten ways
Strange how I falter
to find I'm standing in deep water
Strange how
my heart beats
To find I'm standing on your shore.

Storms in Africa
Ca thad e o
Ca thad e o
Siul trid na stoirmeacha.
Dul trid na stoirmeacha.
Ca thad e o
an tus don Stoirm.
Ca thad e o
an tus go deiradh.
Tog do Chroi.
Siul trid na stoirmeacha.
Tog do chroisa.
Dul trid na stoirmeacha.
Turas mor.
Tor trid na stoirmeacha.
Taras fada.
Amharc trid na Stoirmeacha.

Exile
Cold as the northern winds
in December mornings,
cold is the cry that rings
from this far distant shore.
Winter has come to late.
too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?
I'll wait the signs to come
I'll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
and my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
as I sail home to you.
I'll wait the signs to come
I'll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
out of these dreams - a boat
I will sail home to you.

Orinoco Flow
Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco flow,
let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
From Bissan to Palan - in the shade of Avalon,
from Fiji to Tiree and the isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cabu hear the power of Babylon,
from Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.
From the North to the South, Ebudae into Khartonm,
from the deep sea of clouds to the island of the moon,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
We can sail, we can sail...
We can steer, we can near with Rob Dickens at the wheel,
we can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies
we can sail, we can sail...

Evening Falls
When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,
from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?
For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.
Close to home - I cannot say.
Close to home - feeling so far away.
As I walk the room there before me a shadow
from another world, where no other can follow.
Carry me to my own, to where I can cross over...
Close to home - I cannot say.
Close to home - feeling so far away.
Forever searching; never right, I am lost
in oceans of night. Forever
hoping I can find memories.
Those memories I left behind.
Even though I leave will I go on believing
that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling?
Like a child passing through, never knowing the reason.
I am home - I know the way.
I am home - feeling oh, so far away.

The Longships
Hi-ri-u
Ho-ro-ho
Hi-ri-u
Him-o-ro-ho
Hoireann is o ro
Ta muid beo
Him oro ho
go Deo na ndeor

Na laetha geal m'oige
(lu omos do ma m'othair agus do m'atair)
ag amharc tre m'oige,
is me bhi samh,
gan eulas marbh,br> Bhi me og san am,
Anois, taim buartha,
'S tad ar shuil an la.
Odhon 's odhon o.
Na laetha geal m'oige
Bhi siad lan de dhochas
An bealach mor a bhi Romhan anonm
Bhi se i ndan domh gombeann, slan, slan.
Anois taim buartha
'S tad ar shuil an la.
Odhon is odhon o.
Na laetha geal m'oige
Bhi siad lan de dhochas
An bealach mor a bhi Romhan anonm
Bhi se i ndan domh gombeann, slan, slan.
Anois taim buartha
'S tad ar shuil an la.
Odhon is odhon o.

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