The Path
by Katy Taylor
and Amy Fradon as Mirabilis

Katy Taylor and Amy Fradon of Mirabilis
create awesome beauty with their voices and instrumentation that often
gives me chills when
I listen to them. You may get a sense of the spiritual power of this
music from the MP3s below. Much of what Katy and Amy do harkens back
to an earlier time when Christianity
was
not so
inclusive
but
they
mine
the
ancient
texts and music for the raw spiritual core that has made it such
a strong force for good in the world. The spirit and wonder and
joy of this tradition is celebrated by Katy and Amy and those who
hear them. Nowhere is this more apparent than in this wonderful group
of uplifting and lovely
carlols,
songs
and
chants for the Christmas Season.
Katy and Amy describe the creation
of this cd as follows, "We love singing Christmas music- telling
the Christmas story of Incarnation, Light,
and Love
in the
darkest time of the year always lifts our spirits and prepares us
for the New Year. And we are blessed to be able to do this with
each other
as we are dear friends and sisters. We sang these pieces for our
community on a blizzarding December 14th night and continued to
work into the
wee hours of the morning singing through the deep, peaceful silence
created by the sacred space of the monastery and by the deepening
snow outside. We hope you will be drawn into the warmth, comfort
and mystery
that the energy of this night and the power of the music created.
And may all your lives be full of the truest blessings of the Christ."
This CD was recorded live in the chapel of Holy Cross Monastery,
a Benedictine Order, in West Park, New York. As it was recorded in a
live space, you will hear a few unplanned accompaniments in some of the
pieces: the radiator, a train in the background, a cough or two, and
the spirits of seekers from all eras and walks of life.
This CD has 42 minutes
of music with
an accompanying booklet and costs $15.00 |
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Contents of The Path:
1) The Darkest Midnight 3:15
Traditional Irish Carol in the sean nos style.
2) The Path 1:43
text unknown from Gremany pre WWII; setting by Marlys Swinger of
the Rifton Bruderhof, from "The Shepherd's Pie" published by Plough
Publishing House.
3)
The Shepherds Sing (2:32)
text from the poem "Christmas" by George Herbert (1593-1633); setting
by Katy Taylor ASCAP, Mirabilis
4)
Sainte Nicholaes (1:23)
Sample MP3
by English mystic, Godric of Yorkshire (d. 1172)
5) Puer
Natus est Nobis (1:12) Sample
MP3
traditional Latin text; setting by Katy Taylor ASCAP, Mirabilis
6) Lully, Lullay (2:40)
traditional, learned from the singing of Custer LeRoux
7) Seven Virgins/The Leaves of Life (4:39)
traditional English, learned from the singing of The Watersons
8) Alleluia Virga Mediatrix (3:17)
by 12th c. German mystic, Hildegard von Bingen (1098-1179)
9) The Cherry Tree Carol (3:02)
traditional, learned from the singing of Cindy Kallet
10) The Burning Tree (2:43)
by Amy Fradon, ASCAP, Leo Rising
11) Hodie (2:15)
by 12th c. German mystic, Hildegard von Bingen (1098-1179)
12) This is the Truth (2:48)
traditional, learned from the singing of Custer LeRoux
13) Christ Child's Lullaby (4:09)
traditional Hebridean
14) Milford (2:52)
Sacred Harp song, text by Joseph Stephenson in 1760; setting Anonymous in 1802
15) The Boughs of Evergreen (3:55) Sample MP3
text by Amy Fradon; setting by Katy Taylor
Lyrics to The Path: Medieval, Celtic, and Original
Carols Songs and Chants for the Christmas Season
Mirabilis: Katy Taylor and Amy Fradon
The Darkest Midnight, traditional Irish Carol
The darkest midnight in December, no snow nor hail nor winter storm
Shall hinder us for to remember,the babe that on this night was
born
With shepherds we are come to see this lovely infant's glorious
charms
Born of a maid as the prophets saidthe God of love in Mary's arms.
Have you not heard the sacred story, how man was made those seats
to fill
Which the fallen angels lost in glory, through their presumption,
pride, and will
They thought us mean for to obtain such glorious seats and crowns
in heaven
So through a cheat they go Eve to eat the fruit to be avenged on
man.
Ye blessed angels join our voices, let your guilded wings beat
fluttering o'er
While every soul set free rejoices and every devil must adore
We'll sing and pray that God always may our friends and family
defend
God grant us grace in all our days, a Merry Christmas and a Happy
New Year.
The Path, text unknown from Germany pre WWII; setting
by Marlys Swinger of the Rifton Bruderhof
Thatís what I should like the best, to be a humble bridge
or way
Leading to the Christmas joy, where longing finds the road to rest
If only someone came to greet the holy Mother and her child
The very stones that make my path would thrill with joy beneath
those feet.
The Shepherds Sing, text from the poem Christmas by George Herbert
(1593-1633); setting by Katy Taylor
The shepherds sing, and shall I silent be? My God, no hymn, no
hymn for thee?
My soulís a shepherd, too; a flock it feeds of thoughts,
and words, and deeds.
The pasture is Thy word: the streams, Thy grace, Enriching all
the place.
Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers, outsing the daylight
hours.
Then we will chide the sun for letting night, take up his place
and right.
We sing one common Lord; wherefore he should himself the candle
hold.
I will go searching till I find a sun shall stay, till we have
done.
A willing shiner, that shall shine as gladly as frost-nipped suns
look sadly.
Then will we sing, and shine all our own day and one another pay.
His beams shall cheer my breast, and both so twine till evín
His beams and my music shine.
Sainte Nicholaes, by English mystic, Godric of Yorkshire
Saint Nicholas, Godís servant, help us to build a safe dwelling
place
By your birth, by your death, Saint Nicholas, bring us safely there.
Puer Natus est Nobis, traditional Latin text; setting by Katy
Taylor
A child is born unto, a son is given to us, who will be the supreme
sovereign over all
And he shall be called wonderful, counselor and the angels shall
sing a new song to God who made this wonder
Glory to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it
was in the beginning is now and will be forever, Amen.
Lully, Lullay, traditional, learned from the singing of Custer
LeRoux
Lullay thou little tiny child, By-by lully, lullay
Lullay thou little tiny child, By-by lully, lullay
Oh, sisters, two, how may we do to persevere this day
For this youngling for whom we sing, by-by lully, lullay
Herod the king in his raging charged he hath this day
His soldiers in their strength and might all children young to
slay
Then woe is me, poor child, for thee and ever mourn and say
At thy parting, nor say nor sing, by-by lully, lullay
And when the stars in gather do in their full courses stay
Then smile as dreaming, little one, by-by lully, lullay
Seven Virgins/The Leaves of Life, traditional English, learned
from the singing of The Watersons
All under the leaves, and leaves of life I met with virgins seven
And one of them was Mary mild, our Lordís first mother in
heaven.
Oh what are you seeking, you seven pretty maids, all under the
leaves of life
We are seeking for no leaves, Thomas, but for a friend of thine
Go down, go down into yonder town and sit in the gallery
And there youíll see sweet Jesus Christ, nailed to a big
yew tree.
So down they went into yonder town as fast as foot could fall
And many a bitter and the grievous tear from them virginsí eyes
did fall
Oh, peace, Mother, Oh peace, Mother, your weeping does me grieve
For I will suffer this, he said, for Adam and for Eve
How can I my weeping leave, my sorrows undergo?
While I do see my own son die, and sons I have no more
He laid his head on his right shoulder, and death has struck him
nigh
The Holy Ghost be with your soul, sweet Mother, now I die
Oh the rose, the gentle rose, the fennel, it grows so strong
Amen, good Lord, your charity, hereís the ending of my song
Alleluia Virga Mediatrix, by 13th c. German mystic, Hildegard
von Bingen
Alleluia! O branch, mediatrix, your holy vitals vanquished death
And your womb illumined all creatures in the beautiful flower
Born of the sweetest integrity of your sealed chastity.
The Cherry Tree Carol, traditional
When Joseph was an old man, an old, old man was he,
He married Mary, the virgin Mary, the queen of Gallilee
Oh, Joseph and Mary went walking, all through an orchard good,
And there were berries, and there were cherries, as red as any
blood
Oh, then bespoke sweet Mary in a voice so fair and so mild
Oh, dearest Joseph, pick me one cherry for I am with child
Oh, then bespoke old Joseph with an answer most unkind,
Let him pick berries, and let him pick cherries that brought thee
now with child
Oh, then bespoke sweet Jesus, within
his motherís womb,
Bow down, bow down, thou tallest tree, that my mother might have
some
Then bow-ed down the tallest tree
into sweet Maryís hand
And Mary cried, oh, see now Joseph, I have cherries at my command
Oh, then bespoke old Joseph, I have done sweet Mary wrong,
Cheer up, cheer up, my dearest Joseph, and do not be cast down
So Mary picked one cherry as red as any blood
And Mary and Joseph, they walked on homeward all with her heavy
load
The Burning Tree, by Amy Fradon
Where Mary lay she was a freebird and she lay down at the burning
tree
She bore a son of God in flesh and blood to bear the torch for
humanity
Now Maryís son could walk
on water could heal the blind and set them free
While other sons at most could chop some wood sweet Maryís
son bore our destiny
A motherís heart would break
could she know, her son would die at thirty-three
But Maryís faith so strong that she gave in love, her only
son to the burning tree
Now Jesus bore the cross up that hill, while Mary watched from
down below
And she lay down in the shadow of the burning tree and prayed to
God that she might let go
She said, O holy fire I have loved you, I bore your son and set
him free
I gave him up that all might know their own hearts, I give him
back to the burning tree
O give us back to the burning tree, O send us back to the burning
tree
Hodie, by Hildegard von Bingen
Today a closed gate is open to us,
That gate which the serpent choked in a woman
Hence the flower of the Virgin Mary gleams in the dawn
This is the Truth, traditional
This is the truth sent from above, the truth of God, the God of
love
Therefore donít turn me from your door, but hearken al
both rich and poor
The first thing that I will relate, that God at first did man
create
The next thing which to thee I tell, woman was made with man to
dwell
And at this season of the year, our blest Redeemer did appear
And here did live, and here did preach, and many thousands he did
teach
O seek, O seek of God above, that saving faith that works by love
And if God is pleased to grant thee this, thou art sure to have
eternal bliss
God grant to all within this place, the saving faith, that special
grace
Which to Godís people doth belong, and thus I close my Christmas
song
Christ Childís Lullaby,
traditional Hebridean
My love, my pride my treasure, oh, my wonder new and pleasure,
oh
My son, my beauty every you, who am I to bear you here?
The cause of talk and tale am I, the cause of greatest fame am
I
The cause of proudest care on high, to have for mine the King of
all
And though you are the King of all, they sent you to the manger
stall
When at your feet they all should fall, and glorify my child the
King
There shone a star above three kings, to guide them to the King
of Kings
They held you in their humble arms, and knelt before you until
dawn
They gave you myrrh, they gave you gold, frankincense and gifts
untold
They travelled far these gifts to bring, and kneel before their
newborn King
My love, my pride my treasure, oh, my wonder new and pleasure,
oh
My son, my beauty every you, who am I to bear you here?
Milford, Sacred Harp song, text by Joseph Stephenson in 1760;
setting Anonymous in 1802
If angels sung a savior's birth, on that auspicious morn, we well
may imitate their mirth, now he again is born,
While shepherds watched their flocks by night all seated on the
ground, the angel of the Lord came down
To you in Davidís town this day is born of Davidís
line, A savior who is Christ the Lord and this shall be the sign
All glory be to God on high and to the earth be peace; Goodwill
henceforth from heavín to men, begin and never cease
The Boughs of Evergreen, text by Amy Fradon; setting by Katy Taylor
The boughs of evergreen are laden down with heavy snow
Silence calls in gentle winds to all who care to know
Tonight is born a spirit deep, whose love will warm all things
Tonight in Bethlehem is born, the joy of which we sing
Deep in a barn with sweetened hay sheltered from the wind
And ëneath the silence of the moon and the stars in all the
heavens
With Maryís toil and Josephís watch, a child receives
his life
And Spirit said let him be love and heal the times of strife
And as we look upon our lands ëcross
field and wood and stream
And if we soften just a bit and listen to our dreams
We know that on this night of birth that Christ within us dwells
And all the hearts in all the lands shall ring as joyous bells
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