Vox Peregrini: The Wicklow Way 2025
Musicians, Texts & Translations

St. James Parish, Dublin *** 3 July 2025 *** 19:30 (IST)
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Susan Reed; Louisville, KY
Haley Roorda; Des Moines, IA
Sara Roy; Solon, IA
Dana Sheridan; North Shore, MA
Hunter White; Cedar Rapids, IA
Sharnell White; Buckeye, AZ
John Wiles, Waterloo, IA

Kristen Belcher; Louisville, KY
Jenna Braaksma; Greeley, CO
Logan Chaloupka; Solon, IA
Jonathan Greer; Dallas, TX
Emily Hughes; Austin, TX
Lauren Murphy, Dallas, TX
Christopher Phalen; Storm Lake, IA


Miserere mei, Deus, Raffaella Aleotti

Miserere mei, Deus, misere mei, quoniam in te confidit anima mea. Et in umbra alarum tuarum (sperabo), donec transeat iniquitas.

Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me, for my soul trusts in you. And in the shadow of your wings (I will take refuge), until the iniquity passes by.


Christus factus est, Felice Anerio

Christus factus est pro nobis obediens usque ad mortem, mortem autem crucis. Propter quod et Deus exaltavit illum dedit illi nomen, quod est super omne nomen.

Christ became obedient for us, unto death, even to death on a cross Therefore, God also has exalted him and given him the name that is above every name.


Ave verum corpus, William Byrd

Ave, verum corpus natum de Maria Virgine, Vere passum immolatum in Cruce pro homine, Cujus latus perforatum unda fluxit (et) sanguine, Esto nobis praegustatum in mortis examine.

Hail,true body born of the Virgin Mary, Who truly suffered, sacrificed on the Cross for man, Whose pierced side overflowed with water and blood, Be for us a foretaste In the test of death.


I sat down under His Shadow, Edward C. Bairstow

I sat down under His shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love.


The Sun Never Says, Dan Forrest

Even

After

All this time

The sun never says to the earth,

"You owe

Me."

Look

What happens

With a love like that,

It lights the

Whole

Sky.


My Soul is Awakened, Tristino Ali

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing, The bare trees are tossing their branches on high; The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing, The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.

I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray, I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing And hear the wild roar of their thunder today!


When You Are Old, Thomas LaVoy

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.


O salutaris Hostia, arr. Michael Higgins

O salutaris Hostia, quae caeli pandis ostium, bella premunt hostilia, da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino sit sempiterna gloria, qui vitam sine termino nobis donet in patria. (St. Thomas Aquinas)

O saving Victim, who opens the gate of heaven, hostile foes press, give strength, bear aid. To the one and triune Lord may there be sempiternal glory, who life without end may give to us in the homeland. (trans. Michael Higgins)


God is Seen, arr. Alice Parker

Through all the world below God is seen all around, Search hills and valleys through, There He’s found. The growing of the corn, the lily and the thorn, The pleasant and forlorn, All declare God is there, In meadows drest in green, God is seen.

See springing waters rise, Fountains flow, rivers run, The mist that veils the sky Hides the sun. Then down the rain doth pour, The ocean it doth roar And beat upon the shore, And all praise, in their ways, The God who ne’er declines His designs.

The sun with all his rays Speaks of God as he flies The comet in her blaze ‘God,’ she cries; The shining of the stars, The moon, when she appears, His awful name declares; See them fly thorough the sky, And join the solemn sound All around.


When Somebody Loved Me, arr. Maryann Muglia

When somebody loved me, Everything was beautiful. Every hour we spent together Lives within my heart. And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears. And when she was happy, so was I. When she loved me.

Through the summer and the fall, We had each other, that was all. Just she and I together Like it was meant to be. And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her. And I knew that she loved me.

So the years went by, I stayed the same But she began to drift away. I was left alone. Still, I waited for the day When she'd say, "I will always love you."

Lonely and forgotten. Never thought she'd look my way And she smiled at me and held me Just like she used to do. Like she loved me. When she loved me.


Because, arr. Maryann Muglia

Because the world is round it turns me on. Because the wind is high It blows my mind. Love is old, love is new. Love is all, love is you. Because the sky is blue it makes me cry.


That Lonesome Road, arr. Simon Carrington

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself
When the silver moon is shining high above the trees

If I had stopped to listen once or twice
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart
I'd not be on this road tonight

Carry on, never mind feeling sorry for yourself
It doesn't save you from your troubled mind

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself
When the silver moon is shining high above the trees

People need wild places.  Whether or not we think we do, we do.  We need to be able to taste grace and know again that we desire it.  We need to experience a landscape that is timeless, whose agenda moves at the pace of speciation and glaciers.  To be surrounded by a singing, mating, howling commotion of other species, all of which love their lives as much as we do ours, and none of which could possibly care less about us in our place.  It reminds us that our plans are small and somewhat absurd.        BARBARA KINGSOLVER, Small Wonder