Concert Program

Concert Program

From To the Hands

Music by Caroline Shaw

Text from the Internal Displacement Monitoring Centre

Korina Williams, violin 1
Laura Bedol, violin 2
Sarah Tatman, viola
Jean-Paul Barjon, cello
Hakeem Holloway, double bass

The numbers spoken are the numbers of internally displaced persons by country, in ascending order. These are people, some of whom may have legal refugee status, who have been displaced within their own country due to armed conflict, situations of generalized violence, or violations of human rights.

224, 900, 3,400, 4,000, 4,500, 7,500, 8,400, 10,000, 11,000, 17,113.

19,719, 20,000, 23,000, 24,000, 25,378.

29,356, 29,800, 35,000, 36,000, 40,000, 50,000, 61,600, 71,000, 77,600, 77,700, 84,000, 90,000,

97,300, 100,400, 150,000, 212,400, 232,704.

248,516, 275,000, 281,418, 288,870, 300,900, 309,200, 334,090, 397,241.

400,000, 431,000, 438,500, 568,892.

645,261, 646,500, 805,409, 853,900.

One million, seventy five thousand, three hundred.
One million, one hundred and six thousand, seven hundred fifty one.
One million, four hundred ninety eight thousand two hundred.
One million, nine hundred thousand.

2,756,600, 3,100,000, 3,276,000, 6,044,151, 7,600,000.

From Safe House: Still Looking

Music & Lyrics by Ysaye Barnwell

Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?

Would you harbor a Christian, a Muslim, a Jew,
a heretic, convict, or spy?
Would you harbor a runaway woman or child,
a poet, a prophet, a king?
Would you harbor an exile or a refugee,
or person living with AIDS?
Would you harbor a Tubman, a Garrett,
a Truth,
a fugitive or a slave?
Would you harbor a Haitian, Korean, or Czech,
a lesbian, or a gay?

Music by Ted Hearne
Traditional Xhosa anti-apartheid lyrics translated by Patiswa Nombona and Mollie Stone

we cannot leave
this land of our ancestors
on this earth

we are being killed
by the monster
on this earth

I want to get on the train
in the morning

oh, mother,
it’s leaving me behind

Traditional American Christmas Carol
Arrangement & Additional Lyrics by Shirley Erena Murray

Featuring Members of the National Children's Chorus

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

Away and in danger, no hope of a bed,
the refugee children, no tears left to shed,
look up at the night sky for someone to know
that refugee children have no place to go.

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus! look down from the sky,
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

The babies are crying, their hunger awakes,
the boat is too loaded, it shudders and breaks;
humanity’s wreckage is thrown out to die,
the refugee children will never know why.

Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And take us to heaven to live with thee there.

Come close, little children,
we hold out our hand
in rescue and welcome to shores of our land,
in aroha*, touching your fear and your pain,
with dreams for your future
when peace comes again.

(*Maori: warm embracing love)

From To the Hands

Music by Caroline Shaw
Text by Caroline Shaw, responding to the 1883 sonnet “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus, which was mounted on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty in 1903

Her beacon-hand beckons:
give to me those yearning to breathe free.
Tempest-tossed,
they cannot see what lies beyond the olive tree
whose branch was lost
amid the pleas for mercy.

your tired fighters...
fleeing flying from the…
those yearning to breathe free...

I will be your refuge.

We will be your refuge.

Music by Cristian Larios
Text by Cristian Larios and the ‘Know and Exercise Your Rights’ presentation of The Chicago Legal Protection Fund Community Navigator Fund

Natalie Gonzalez, Anthony Moreno, Mariah Rae, David Morales, speakers

If you are detained by ICE, remain silent.
You have the right to not say anything.
You have the right to call an attorney
or emergency contact.
You have the right to call your consulate.
You have the right to find out your Alien Number.

Todos tenemos estos derechos (We all have those rights)

This house was built on dreams,
And fear, and hope, and the unknown.

This house was built on love,
And tradition, and food.

In this house, we harbor “Drug lords” and “rapist” And “illegals” and “aliens”

If ICE comes to your home,
do not open the door.
You are NOT required to open the door
unless ICE has a warrant signed by a judge.
Ask them to show you the warrant - slide it under the door or hold it up to the window.
IF THEY TRY TO FORCE THE DOOR OPEN
Write down the agents’ badge numbers and vehicles’ license plate numbers.

In this house, we harbor tias,
and primos, and hermanas.
In this house, we harbor innovators,
and workers, and dreamers.

Dios te bendiga. (God bless you)

From American DREAMers

Music by Melissa Dunphy
Text by Marlene Rangel

Gracie Laboy, David Morales, Anthony Moreno, Vera Lugo, soloists

I was eight years old when I left my home.
I remember my parents waking me to leave,

but I didn’t know where we were going.
We had to walk for a long time
and cross a river.
That’s when I realized
that we were going somewhere far.

My dad would come to school with me
for the first few weeks so I could get used to it.
It was so hard.
I had one classmate who was Hispanic.
He and I became good friends.
As the years passed, my English improved
and I adjusted to the American culture.
Everything had fallen into place
and I was comfortable.

In my junior year of high school, reality hit me.
I found out I could not go to college
because I was undocumented.
I wanted to be a nurse.
My dream wasn’t going to be easy to achieve.

My parents have remained my motivation
to keep myself in school.
I now know that anything is possible.
I have the opportunity to be what I want
and do what I want
I have to take the opportunity and not waste it.

Traditional American Folk Song
Arrangement by Alexander Lloyd Blake

Lindsay Patterson Abdou, Chloe Vaught, soloists

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
a-travelin’ through this world of woe,
but there’s no sickness, toil, nor danger
in that bright land to which I go.

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
a-travelin’ through this world of woe,
but there’s no sickness, toil, nor danger
in that bright land to which I go.

I'm going there to see my Father,
I’m going there no more to roam,
I'm just a-goin’ over Jordan
I'm just a-goin’ over home.

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me,
I know my way is rough and steep,
but beauteous fields lie just before me
where God's redeemed, their vigils keep.

I'm going there to see my Mother,
I’m going there no more to roam,
I'm just a-goin’ over Jordan,
I'm just a-goin’ over home.

I’m going there to see my loved ones,
I’m going there no more to roam,
I’m just a-goin’ over Jordan,
I’m just a-goin’ over home.

Music & Lyrics by Reena Esmail

Kelci Hahn, soloist
Monica Abelar-Muñoz, Chloe Vaught, speakers

Take a moment
Take a breath
Take time
Take care
Take heart
Take hope
Take a step
Take a chance
Take courage
Take charge
Take a stand
Take pride
Take joy
Take pause
Take a moment
Take a breath

Take what you need

From To the Hands

Music & Lyrics by Caroline Shaw

I would hold you
I will love you

I will hold you
Ever ever will I hold you
Ever ever will I enfold you
in medio manuum tuarum
(Latin: in the midst of our hands)

Music & Lyrics by Wes Kinneson and Glenn McClure
Arrangement by Shawn Kirchner

Shawn Kirchner, piano

O Mary, shining glory!
The Lord smiles upon you.
What a blessing is this little baby
That you brought to our world.

O all for the love of one sweet little baby,
All for the love of one sweet baby child,
All for the love of one sweet little baby,
We have come so far.

O a good old man named Simeon said,
“I’m never gonna rest
Till I see that Messiah child
And hold him to my breast.”

O all for the love of one sweet little baby...

Many gonna speak against you, child,
They’ll crucify all that’s true.
And your mother Mary, she will bear a pain That will pierce her heart through.

O all for the love of one sweet little baby...
O Jerusalem, your children are so tired of war.
My Lord, it’s time to walk with your
children once more.

O all for the love of one sweet little baby...

Music by Alf Houkum
Text from a Gaelic rune, recovered and translated by Kenneth Macleod

Christian Cruz, guitar

I saw a stranger yestere’en;
I put food in the eating place,
Drink in the drinking place,
Music in the listening place;

And in the sacred names of the Triune
He blessed me and my house,
My cattle and my dear ones.

And the lark said in her song:
Often goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise.

from American DREAMers

Music by Melissa Dunphy
Text by Claudia D. Hernandez

This is where we found
our home away from home.
This is where we belong.
Mother Earth, who feeds us all,
takes our roots no matter how long,
she’s whisp’ring:
This is where you belong.

Resist! Resist! Resist! Resist!
Pelea con diente y madre!

She’s whisp’ring:
this is where you belong, Dreamer!
She’s whisp’ring: this is where you belong.

From the Broadway musical Dear Evan Hansen 
Music & Lyrics by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul
Arrangement by Nathan Heldman

Gregory Fletcher, Natalie Gonzalez, soloists
Alex Homami, vocal percussion

Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten
in the middle of nowhere?
Have you ever felt like you could disappear?
Like you could fall, and no one would hear?

Well, let that lonely feeling wash away
Maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay
'Cause when you don't feel strong enough
to stand
You can reach, reach out your hand

And oh, someone will come running.
And I know, they'll take you home

Even when the dark comes crashing through
When you need a friend to carry you
And when you're broken on the ground
You will be found
So let the sun come streaming in
'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again
Lift your head and look around
You will be found

There’s a place
where we don’t have to feel unknown
And every time that you call out,
You’re a little less alone
If you only say the word
From across the silence
Your voice is heard

Even when the dark comes crashing through...

Out of the shadows
The morning is breaking
And all is new, all is new
It's filling up the empty
And suddenly I see that
All is new, all is new

You are not alone

Even when the dark comes crashing through
When you need someone to carry you
When you’re broken on the ground
You will be found
So let the sun come streaming in '
Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again
If you only look around
You will be found