(Beate, qui habitant in domo tua Domine, In saecula saeculorum) The road climbs through changing land, northern rains fall on the deepening green of the slopes of the valley Storms break the summer’s heat; at Foncebadon a pass can be lost in one night, to the snow The road climbs for days through the highlands of Bierzo to the grassland and rocks...Learn More

Innkeepers cheat us, the English steal The Devil waits at the side of the road We trust in words and remnants, prayers and bones We know that the world is a lesson As the carved apostles in the Puerta Alta Dividing the damned and the saved are a lesson We beat our hands against the walls of Heaven Saint Julian of Cuenca, pray for us Santa...Learn More

Li soleus qui en moi luist, li soleus qui en moi luist Li soleus qui en moi luist, li soleus qui en moi luist (Li soleus qui en moi luist, li soleus qui en moi luist...) We have walked In Jakobsland (Li soleus qui en moi luist, li soleus qui en moi luist...) Over river and sheep track By hospice and hermit’s cave Li soleus qui en moi luist est...Learn More