The Priests Follow

With Christ of the seed, with Christ of the harvest

I n-Iothlainn De, go dtugtar Sinn
In the granary of God, may we be taken

Ag Criost an Mhuir, ag Criost an t-iasc
With Christ of the sea, with Christ of the fishes

I lionta De go gcastar sinn,
In the lines of God may we be entwined.

O fhas go h-aois, is o aois go bas
From growth to age and from age to death

Do dha laimh a Chriost anall tharainn
Your two hands o Christ hither draw us.

O bhas go crioch, ni crioch ach athfhas
From death to the end, not the end, but all eternity

I bParrthas na nGrast go rabhaimid
In paradise of the blessed may we reside.

**(This is an old Sean O' Riada air set to words in honor of the pope's visit to
Ireland in September 1979. Paddy was one of the first people to introduce this
song in it's 'Sean-Nos' style to audiences and congregations on both sides of
the Atlantic. It's plaintive, mystical air has been heard at many, many Irish

cycles of growth, age, death, and beyond to the paradise of the blessed.)