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Our Island Barque
by Phil Coulter from
Highland Cathedral
A barque or bark is a 3-masted sailing ship.
See below for more notes and lyrics to "If These Stones Could Speak."
Our island barque will carry us
To our heavenly harbor
Through troubled waters deliver us
To our heavenly Father

Sail on, sail on our island barque
Through trial and tribulation
Sail on, sail on our island barque
To our heavenly destination

As we paddle through God's ocean
We are pilgrims following His plan.
Every wave and wind and ocean
He controls in the hollow of his hand,*
And there to watch over us
Is Peter, the fisherman

Our island barque will carry us
To our heavenly harbor
Through troubled waters deliver us
To our heavenly Father

Sail on, sail on our island barque
Through trial and tribulation
Sail on sail on our island barque
To our heavenly destination

*Isaiah 40:12

listen to and review music all day long, and it's rare for me to find an album I can't stop listening to. Highland Cathedral is such a special find.

Piano, Celtic instruments, female vocalist, Celtic percussion ensemble, string orchestra, oboe. A lot of hymn-power here, with a few moving laments, one for his sister who drowned and another in memory of golfer Paine Stewart. I was particularly moved by "Our Island Barque," which was written for the dedication of an Irish church called "Island Barque." (The bark or barkantine is a small three masted sailing ship.) Vocalist on the recording is Aoife, from Donegal.

After my interview with Phil, he kindly faxed me the lyrics, so I just had to make a few small adjustments. Phil was disappointed the lyrics were not in the album!

He also sent me lyrics to his other vocal track:

If These Stones Could Speak
words and music by Phil Coulter from
Highland Cathedral

If these stones could speak
What a tale they'd tell
Of the heroes and chiefs of Tyrconnell,
Of the battles fought,
The wonders wrought
And the glories of Red Hugh O' Donnell.
For within these Castle walls,
In the Tower, in the Halls,
The spirit of O'Donnell will live on.

On the wind you'll  hear the voices calling,
"O'Donnell"
In the trees, when dead of night is falling,
"O'Donnell"
In the ocean's roar,
In the Gap of Barnesmore,
In the hills of Donegal.

And they say his ghost still walk the Tower,
"O'Donnell".
And recalls Tyrconnell's finest hour,
"O'Donnell"
Riding far and wide,
With O'Neill there at his side,
In the glory days.

You will hear from Fanad to Falcarragh,
"O'Donnell"
In Gweedore, The Rosses and Gweebarra
"O'Donnell"
Now the Castle stands
Proudly back in Irish hands,
He's at peace again
Red Hugh O'Donnell is home again.

*Copyright Phil Coulter Fours Seasons Music
Ltd.  1999.
 

Page copyright 2001, Carol Wright, all rights reserved
All lyrics copyright Phil Coulter, Four Seasons Music Ltd.

Carol Wright
P.O. Box 402 / Eastsound, WA  98245
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