Lyrics. Ag Criost an Siol (Christ’s is the Seed) Ag Criost an fomhar (Christ’s is the Harvest) I n-iothalainn de (Into God’s barn) go dtugtar sinn (May we be brought.). AG CRIOST AN SIOL LYRICS by THE PRIESTS: Ag Criost An Siol, Ag Criost and fomhar / With Christ o. The hymn “Ag Críost an Síol” had a haunting solemnity. It sounded, I thought, a bit like our secret inner lives. It reminded us quite emphatically.

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Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, celebrated globally on March Some things you never forget. The four seasons in one afternoon weather of middle March, for soil. The unpredictable weather around Criosst. The day could start out fine and sunny, and then an inexplicable sudden shower of hailstones would torment the poor daffodils, only to disappear as quickly as it had arrived. It’s an unsettled and unsettling month, March. After the surprise of that hail the wind might pick up for a little bit, then quieten crost and be followed by a fine rain, then sun again.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter in one afternoon. You have no choice but to go with it up north around Donegal. But what I remember most now are the songs they would sing in Irish in our local church on St.

One, in particular, I found very striking. It sounded, I thought, a bit like our secret inner lives. It reminded us quite emphatically that we were not, in fact, English, and it seemed to express something foundational and enduring, albeit a bit aag, about us too.

Ag Criost An Siol Lyrics

It was as if we were being momentarily restored to our senses. What’s happening now is important, our manner said. I think it was because we were deeply reconnecting to something. In our daily lives, our use of English was lively but straight to the point. We used it for commerce, for news reports, for the daily round. It was suited to those tasks. It was only on high holy days that we unpacked our extraordinarily expressive first language and the past it inevitably made of think of in remarkable Irish songs that when sung brought the day to a complete standstill.


It was a bit like unlocking a gate at the entrance to a little Eden.

It was still all there in front of you, tantalizingly close, but you could never return. That’s the thing about Eden: But the melancholic sound said at else, something deeper, something harder to express. My little town didn’t go in for theatrics, but every March when that song was sung the mask suddenly dropped and we were momentarily exposed.

It was written in by Father Michael Sheehan, but the feelings it expresses, the sound and the sense, seem much older, even ancient.

Perhaps that’s why the song seems to contain much more than it should. Listening to it, it feels like a criosh. The lyrics tell us to rejoice but the sound undercuts it.

Global Christian Worship – ‘Ag Críost an Síol’ (‘Christ’s Is The Seed’)

For paradise to be found it also has to be lost, the song implies. I was a teenager the skol time I was properly at a Mass.

Even then I was a convinced heathen. Outside the church, for a mile in each direction, lay a landscape scarred by eight centuries of colonialism. The attacked and ruined castles of the Gaelic aristocracy, the sights of religious purges, collapsed famine cottages, 19th-century workhouses and abandoned mills, all the emblems of exploitation and oppression that we walked past every day without a thought.

So here we were on the day that we celebrated our national saint and our Irish identity singing a joyful song that actually sounded sadder than words. I loved that contradiction. And I have come to think that learning to live with that contradiction is what makes us Irish.

To Christ the seed, to Christ the crop, in barn of Christ may we be brought.

Ag Críost an Síol

To Christ the sea, to Christ the fish, in nets of Christ may we be caught. From growth to age, from age to death, Thy two arms here, O Christ, about us.


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