Vamos, pastores, vamos

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SATB a cappella 3’00”
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"Vamos, pastores, vamos" has an elusive origin story, with the popular “Flor y Canto” hymnal crediting Evaristo Ciria Sanz, a Spanish Catholic priest and musician, while more sources claim authorship by Jeremías Quintero Gutiérrez, a prolific Colombian songwriter claimed to have written over 3,000 villancicos. Quintero is credited with other popular villancicos thematically centered around pastores including "Venid Pastorcillos" and "Pastorcillos de Naplusa". This tune, though, has permeated throughout the American continents, becoming a ubiquitous villancico.

The text retells the announcement to the shepherds of Jesus's birth, and captures the excitement and journey that the shepherds took to go to Bethlehem. This arrangement composes a new musical section that sonifies the jingle jangle of the rush to Bethlehem, using polyphony to capture the various voices of anticipation and joy (gusto) of the journey to see the newborn baby. The text is a recombination of the original verses in order to present a more secular telling of the story.

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SATB, Tambourine (Optional), Cajón (Optional), Piano Reduction

Text

Vamos pastores, vamos
Vamos a Belén
A ver en ese niño
La gloria del Edén
La gloria del Edén

¡Ese precioso niño!
Que nunca podrá ser
Que su belleza copie
El lápiz y el pincel.
El padre le acaricia
La madre mira en Él
Y los dos extasiados
Contemplan aquel ser
Contemplan aquel ser

Un establo es una cuna,
su casa es un portal
y sobre duras pajas
por nuestro amor está.
Allí duerme el niñito
junto a un mulo y un buey,
y bien cobijadito,
con María y José.
Con María y José.

Translation

Now let us go, O shepherds
Let's go to Bethlehem
To see in that child,
The glory of Eden!
The glory of Eden!

What a precious baby!
It's impossible
to capture his beauty
by pencil nor by brush.
The father caresses him,
The mother looks at him,
And the two are ecstatic.
They contemplate that baby.
They contemplate that baby.

A stable as a cradle,
A hallway as a house,
and he lays on hard straw
All for his love for humanity.
There the little boy sleeps
next to a mule and an ox,
and warmly covered by a blanket
with Mary and Joseph.
With Mary and Joseph.

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