Concert Program

Scroll down to read the beautiful texts of these songs!

Scroll down to read the beautiful texts of these songs!

My Soul is Awakened | Brad Burrill

Text by Anne Brontë

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!

Ubi Caritas | Michael John Trotta

Voces Lucis

Traditional Text

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.

Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor.

Exsultemus, et in ipso jucundemur.

Timeamus, et amemus Deum vivum.

Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero.

Where charity and love are, God is there.

Christ's love has gathered us into one.

Let us rejoice and be pleased in Him.

Let us fear, and let us love the living God.

And may we love each other with a sincere heart.

On My Dreams | Jocelyn Hagen

Kathleen Tamblyn, Piano

Text by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light;

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Pure Imagination | Arr. Matthew Nielsen

Kathleen Tamblyn, Piano

Text by L. Bricusse and A. Newley

Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination.

Take a look and you’ll see into your imagination.

We’ll begin with a spin, trav’ling in a world of my creation.

What we’ll see will defy explanation.

If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.

Anything you want to, do it.

Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it.

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination.

Living there you’ll be free if you truly wish to be.

I Would Live in Your Love | Ashley Eyre

 Voces Lucis

Kathleen Tamblyn, Piano

Text by Sara Teasdale

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,

Borne up by each wave as it passes,

drawn down by each wave that recedes;

I would empty my soul as the dreams

that have gathered in me,

I would beat with your heart as it beats,

I would follow your soul as it leads.

The Ocean of Song | Debra Scroggins

Guest Conducted by Debra Scroggins

Amanda Latona, Piano, Candice Holcomb, Cello

Text by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In a land beyond sight or conceiving,

   In a land where no blight is, no wrong,

No darkness, no graves, and no grieving,

   There lies the great ocean of song.

And its waves, oh, its waves unbeholden

   By any save gods, and their kind,

Are not blue, are not green, but are golden,

   Like moonlight and sunlight combined.

It was whispered to me that their waters

   Were made from the gathered-up tears

That were wept by the sons and the daughters

   Of long-vanished eras and spheres.

Like white sands of heaven the spray is

   That falls all the happy day long,

And whoever it touches straightway is

   Made glad with the spirit of song.

Turn Around | Arr. Ronald Staheli

Caye-An Muldowney, Piano, Emmy Henry, Flute, Rich Fields, Bassoon

Text by A. Green, M. Reynolds, and H. Belafonte

Where are you going, my little one?

Where are you going, my baby, my own?

Turn around and you’re two, turn around and you’re four, 

Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of the door. 

Where are you going, my little one?

Little pinafores and petticoats, where have you gone?

Turn around and you’re six, turn around and you’re nine,

Turn around and you have bright eyes that sparkle and shine. 

Where are you going, my daughter, my own?

Turn around and you’re small, turn around and you’re grown,

Turn around and you’re a woman with wings of her own.

Only turn around, simply turn around, 

Turn around and you’re a young girl with sparkling eyes, 

a woman with wings of her own.

Love, The Greatest Gift | Diane White-Clayton

Caye-An Muldowney, Piano, Ben Saunders, Congas, Melissa Lewis, Shaker

Text: I Corinthians 13:1-7

If I speak with impressive words 

in languages of the heavens and the earth

what gain have I without love?

If my mind can comprehend 

complexities to the greatest end

what gain have I without love?

If I have power to preach and to pray

and faith moving mountains out of my way

If I give all of my wealth away

without love I have nothing. 

Love is patient, Love is kind,

healing the heart, freeing the mind

Love will not rejoice with injustice,

Love gives, Love serves.

Not rude or demanding,

gives hope and understanding.

The greatest gift is Love!

Hope Is | Randy Jordan

Voces Lucis

Text by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the Gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I 've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

Miserere | Eva Ugalde

Voces Lucis 

Traditional Text

Miserere mihi, Domine, quoniam ad te clamavi tota die:

quia tu, Domine, suavis ac mitis es

et copiosus in misericordia omnibus invocantibus te.

Inclina, Domine, aurem tuam mihi

et exaudi me: quoniam inops et pauper sum ego.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I have cried to Thee all the day:

for Thou, O Lord, art sweet and mild

and plenteous in mercy to all that call upon Thee.

Bow down Thine ear to me, O Lord,

and hear me: for I am needy and poor.

Spark | Eric Barnum

 Voces Lucis

Text by Maude Gordon-Roby

Fly, where Melodies like lilies grow,

My weary heart is bending low;

Fly higher yet to joyful realms above,

Where holy Angels dwell in love.

Fly higher still and hear the Angel throng

And bring to me their Glory-song:

Ah Music, thou and I above the World

May dwell where heaven 

with shining song is pearled!

While Sun and Moon and all the planets roll

I'll love thee, Music, language of my soul!

Music-lark from on high, song that doth fly,

Spark of the sky!

Where can I turn for Peace | Arr. Dwight Bigler

Text by Emma Lou Thayne

Where can I turn for peace?

Where is my solace when other sources cease to make me whole?

When with a wounded heart, anger, or malice,

I draw myself apart, searching my soul?

Where, when my aching grows,

Where, when I languish, where, in my need to know, where can I run?

Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?

Who, who can understand? He, only One.

He answers privately, reaches my reaching

In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.

Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.

Constant he is and kind, Love without end.

Faith is the Bird that Feels the Light | Elizabeth Alexander

Shelbi McMullen, Soloist

Text by Rabindranath Tagore

Faith is the bird that feels the light

And sings when the dawn is still dark.

You Do Not Walk Alone | Elaine Hagenberg

Donna Gleason, Piano

Traditional Irish Blessing

May you see God’s light on the path ahead

when the road you walk is dark.

May you always hear even in your hour of sorrow,

the gentle singing of the lark.

When times are hard

may hardness never turn your heart to stone.

May you always remember when the shadows fall–

You do not walk alone.

Your Soul is Song | Jake Runestad

Donna Gleason, PIano

Text by Germán Aguilar

Sing!

When the seams burst,

and the traps ensnare,

and your body breaks,

and the light flees—

Sing then!

For then, your soul is song.