Words:
traditional; Music: © Gordon Bok
The words were collected and translated from the Gaelic by Alexander Carmichael, and published in his volumes called Carmina Gadelica. Years ago Kate Barnes copied this out and sent it to Jan Harmon, who passed it on to me.
It was sung door to door around Christmas time in the Hebrides. The tune is mine; my cousin Ethelwyn Worden helped me get the kinks out of the harmony, as did Will Brown.
Sung by the Quasimodal Chorus!
I am the gift, I am the
poor
I am the man of this night
I am the son of God in the
door
I am the gift on the
living.
Son of the rain, son of
the dew
Son of the dawn, son of
the clouds;
Son of the planet, son of
the star
Son of the element, son of
the flame
Son of the moon, son of
the sun
Son of Mary of the
God-mind
I see the hills, I see the
shore,
I see the hosting of
angels,
A cross on my right
shoulder;
I am in the door: open
thou.
The Gift is recorded on the album Gatherings
and is also in the songbook One to Sing, One to Haul.