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HEARTH: on finding home

Voices of Concinnity

PROGRAM

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Proceeds from this concert will support F.O.S.T.E.R. Independence Foundation, a 501(c)3 organization with a mission to help Connecticut “independent students” (students experiencing family estrangement, housing insecurity, or foster care) to successfully graduate from college.  If you would like to further support their work, please visit website here

TEXT & TRANSLATIONS

The Road Home

adapted by Stephen Paulus

Text: Michael Dennis Brown

Tune: "Prospect" by Southern Harmony 1835

Tell me, where is the road

I can call my own

That I left, that I lost

So long ago?

All these years I have wandered

Oh, when will I know

There's a way, there's a road

That will lead me home

After wind, after rain

When the dark is done

As I wake from a dream

In the gold of day

Through the air there's a calling

From far away

There's a voice I can hear

That will lead me home

Rise up, follow me

Come away, is the call

With the love in your heart

As the only song

There is no such beauty

As where you belong

Rise up, follow me

I will lead you home

The Sweetheart of the Sun

Composed by Eric William Barnum

Text: Thomas Hood (1798-1845)

She stood breast high amid the corn

Clasped by the golden light of morn

Like the sweetheart of the sun

Who many a glowing kiss had won

 

On her cheek an autumn flush

Deeply ripened;—such a blush

In the midst of brown was born

Like red poppies grown with corn

 

Round her eyes her tresses fell

Which were blackest none could tell

But long lashes veiled a light

That had else been all too bright

 

And her hat, with shady brim

Made her tressy forehead dim;—

Thus she stood amid the stooks

Praising God with sweetest looks:—

 

Sure, I said, heaven did not mean

Where I reap thou shouldst but glean

Lay thy sheaf adown and come

Share my harvest and my home

Amo

Composed by Nico Gutierrez

Text: Mariano Melendro Serna (1894-1989)

Translation:

Everything, everyone has left

I am accompanied only by my memories

With with sometimes I cry

And on occasion I manage to smile

I love them*

(*this can also mean "I love you" or "I love everyone")

Alma beata et bella

Composed by Edie Hill

Text: Jacoopo Sannazaro (1458-1530)

Delightful and beautiful soul,

Free from bondage,

You have risen naked to celestial cloisters,

Where, together with your star,

You may be gathered in joy.

Like a beautiful sun, you reveal yourself

Among the most luminous spirits,

Other mountains, other plains,

Other groves and streams,

You see in heaven and in the newly bloomed flowers.

Betwixt sweet scents,

Sweetly singing in the shade,

Dwells our Androgeo,

Encumbering the heavens with rare sweetness,

Tempering the elements,

Delightful and beautiful soul, 

Like a beautiful sun, you reveal yourself,

Among the most luminous spirits.

Long fare you well

Composed by Undine Smith Moore

Edited by Marques L.A. Garrett

African American Spiritual

Long fare you well, God almighty bless you till we meet again.

We will all kneel together till we meet again.

When we meet in heaven we will part no more.

Unclouded Day

Arranged by Shawn Kirchner

Words and Music by Rev. J.K. Alwood (1828-1909)

Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,

Oh, they tell me of a home far away;

Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,

Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day.

Refrain:

Oh, the land of cloudless day,

Oh, the land of an unclouded sky,

Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise,

Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day.

Oh, they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,

Oh, they tell me of that land far away,

 

Where the tree of life in eternal bloom

Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day.

Oh, they tell me of a King in His beauty there,

And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold

Where He sits on the throne that is whiter than snow,

In the city that is made of gold.

 

Oh, they tell me that He smiles on His children there,

And His smile drives their sorrows all away;

And they tell me that no tears ever come again

In that lovely land of unclouded day.

What was I made for?

Arranged by Emily Drum and MaryAnne Muglia

Words and Music by Billie Ellish

I used to float, now I just fall down

I used to know but I'm not sure now

What I was made for

What was I made for?

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal

Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

Just something you paid for

What was I made for?

'Cause I, I

I don't know how to feel

But I wanna try

I don't know how to feel

But someday, I might

Someday, I might

When did it end? All the enjoyment

I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend

It's not what he's made for

What was I made for?

'Cause I, 'cause I

I don't know how to feel

But I wanna try

I don't know how to feel

But someday I might

Someday I might

 

Think I forgot how to be happy

Something I'm not, but something I can be

Something I wait for

Something I'm made for

Something I'm made for

Butterfly

Composed by Mia Makaroff

Arr. by Mia Makaroff and Anna-Mari Kahara

Sweet is the sound of my new-formed wings

I stretch them open and let them dry

I haven't seen this world before

But I'm excused, I'm a butterfly

 

Sweet is the touch of your newborn wings

We fly in circles and play with the sun

We haven't seen this world before

So fair, so bright, so blue the sky

 

Love me, love me on the leaves

Before we say goodbye

Love me, kiss me with the breeze

You will be my lullaby

Tomorrow I'll die

Tomorrow I'll die

Tomorrow I'll die

You'll be my lullaby

 

Love me, kiss me with the breeze

Kiss me with the breeze

Kiss me with the breeze

Kiss me with the breeze

Love me, love me on the leaves

Love me, love me

Sleep

Composed by Eric Whitacre

Text by Charles Anthony Silvestri

The evening hangs beneath the moon

A silver thread on darkened dune

With closing eyes and resting head

I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow safe in bed

A thousand pictures fill my head

I cannot sleep, my mind's a-flight

And yet my limbs seem made of lead

 

If there are noises

In the night

A frightening shadow

Flickering light

As I surrender unto sleep

Where clouds of dream

Give second sight

 

What dreams may come both dark and deep

On flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep (Dark and Deep)

As I surrender unto sleep (Dark and Deep)

As I surrender unto sleep

Stardust

Composed by B.E. Boykin

Text by Brittny Ray Crowell

If we are only stardust

Let your names reach to the sky above us

 

Like petals wafting on a breeze

We lift you up beyond our reach

 

“Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe”

Amen, Amen

”Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe”

We say your names

 

If we are only stardust

May your blood never be in vain

 

Like petals wafting on a breeze

We lift you up beyond our reach

 

“Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe”

Amen, Amen

“Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe”

We say your names

 

Each day we grieve another face

Maybe all this stardust

Will carry us home one day

To a home where we can run

A home where we can pray

A home where we can breathe,

To sleep and dream without fear—

Is justice this far away?

 

We cry your names

For the strength to keep on fighting

With the hope that you are flying

 

“Kum Buba Yali, Kum Buba Tambe”

Stardust

The Gift to Sing

Composed by Brian Jones

Text: James Weldon Johnson

[world premiere]

Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day—
     I softly sing.

And if the way grows darker still,
Shadowed by Sorrow’s somber wing,
With glad defiance in my throat,
I pierce the darkness with a note,
      And sing, and sing.

 

I brood not over the broken past,
Nor dread whatever time may bring;
No nights are dark, no days are long,
While in my heart there swells a song,
      And I can sing.

Above Gravity

Composed by Ellen Gilson Voth

Text: Julie Cadwallader Staub

I have spent

the better part

of my life out-of doors

but yesterday I heard a new sound above my head,

a rustling, ruffling quietness in the air.

When I turned my face upward

I saw a flock of blackbirds

rounding a curve I didn't know was there

and the sound was simply all those wings

agaist gravity

the whole flock taking a long, wide turn.

We live and move and have

our being

here, in this curving, soaring world

so that when 

even rarely, we manage to unite

and move together

toward a common good,

we can think to ourselves:

this is how it's meant to be.

The whole flock taking a long, wide turn

as if one body and one mind.

This is Home

Composed by Sophia Efthimiou

This is home where I belong in this breath, in this heart.

This is home where I belong in this voice, in this song.

What was I made for?

Composed by Susan LaBarr

Words by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

How can our minds and bodies be
Grateful enough that we have spent,
Here in this generous room...
This evening of content?
How can our minds and bodies be
Grateful enough that we have spent,
Here in this generous room...
This evening of content?
Here in this generous room...
Each one of us has walked through storm
And fled the wolves along the road;
Each one of us has walked through storm
And fled the wolves along the road;
Each one of us has walked through storm
And fled the wolves along the road;
Each one of us has walked through storm
And fled the wolves along the road;
But here the hearth is wide and warm.
But here the hearth is wide and warm.
And for this shelter and this light
Accept, O Lord, our thanks tonight.
And for this shelter and this light
And for this shelter and this light
And for this shelter and this light
Accept, O Lord,
Accept, O Lord,
Accept, O Lord,
Our thanks
Tonight.

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