Lyrics

(copyright, John Farrell 2002)

Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! That can be done
Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! We are the ones

I believe in you, I believe in me
I believe in love, I believe in dreams
I believe we can do anything
Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah!

Now if they say you’re not good enough,
Tell them “Yes I am!”
If they say you can’t do it
Tell them “Yes, I can!”
If they say you should quit
‘Cause you’re only wasting time
Say, “Adios, amigo, I’ve got to go
I’ve got mountains to climb”

copyright John Farrell 2002

Dear Child, I never knew
Clouds were so beautiful, the sky was so blue
Dear, Sweet Child, You taught me to fly
I found my wings when I looked in your eyes

How is this possible? How can it be?
That such a small child has done this to me.
Birds songs are sweeter now
Each note rings clear
The moon’s light is brighter now
All because you are here

Dear Child, you taught me to see
The stare in the sky, the leaves on the trees
Dear, Sweet Child, you made time stand still
I loved you that moment and I always will

Dear Child, you taught me to see

Copyright John Farrell 2002

There are fifty states in the U.S.A.

And each one has a capitol in it

And if you learn to sing this song

You can sing all fifty in just one minute

Bismarck,                  North Dakota

Pierre,                       South Dakota

St Paul,                      Minnesota

Nashville,                  Tennessee

Baton Rouge,           Louisiana

Richmond,                Virginia

Atlanta,                       Georgia

Honolulu,                  Hawaii

Boston,                      Massachusetts

Topeka,                     Kansas

Austin,                        Texas

Lincoln,                      Nebraska

Madison,                   Wisconsin

Lansing,                    Michigan

Springfield,               Illinois

And Juneau,             Alaska

YES WE KNOW ALASKA!!

Little Rock,                Arkansas

Salt Lake City,          Utah

Phoenix,                    Arizona

Jefferson City,          Missouri

Santa Fe,                   New Mexico

Boise,                                    Idaho

Columbus,                Ohio

Trenton,                     New Jersey

Montpelier,                Vermont

Providence,               Rhode Island

Tallahassee,                        Florida

Salem,                       Oregon

Annapolis,                 Maryland

Hartford,                    Connecticut

Concord,                   New Hampshire

Olympia,                    Washington

NOT D.C., THE OTHER ONE!!

Harrisburg,               Pennsylvania

Sacramento,             California

Indianapolis,                        Indiana

Frankfurt,                   Kentucky

Oklahoma City,        Oklahoma

Helena,                      Montana

Montgomery,             Alabama

Jackson,                    Mississippi

Cheyenne,                Wyoming

Albany,                       New York

Augusta,                    Maine

Charleston,               West Virginia

Raleigh,                     North Carolina

Columbia,                 South Carolina

Carson City,              Nevada

Des Moines,             Iowa

THAT’S 48, THERE ARE 2 TO GO!!

Dover, Delaware and

Denver, Colorado

Copyright, John Farrell 2002

I wish I hadn’t done that
Believe me this is true
I wouldn’t have and I shouldn’t have
If I had thought it through
But sometimes I don’t think
I just go ahead and act
And oft times wind up saying
“I wish I hadn’t done that!”

Like the day I rode my bicycle
No hands through Seaside Park
I was poetry in motion
I was carefree as a lark
Until I got this bright idea
What if I stood instead of sat?
As I flew over the handlebars I thought
I wish I hadn’t done that

One day I was juggling
When in walked my friend Meg
Smiling she said, “You’re getting pretty good
But I bet you can’t juggle eggs”
Well I took the challenge, I was doing fine
Until she started to clap
And as I cleaned the eggs
Off the floor and my face I thought
I wish I hadn’t done that!

copyright John Farrell, 2002

Bridges connect the earth and the sky
Bridges rise up, trancend and inspire
Bridges are proof that dreams can come true
A smile is a bridge from me to you

Bridges cross water, bridges cross land
Bridges contract and bridges expand
Some bridges are massive, others are small
Love is a bridge that tears down walls

Some bridges are covered
Some swing in the breeze
And soar cover canyons, rivers,and trees
Some bridges charge toll,
Most bridges are free
Hope is a bridge to a hope that can be

Some bridges arch, while others suspend
Some bridges are straight , some bridges bend
Some bridges raise up, some even turn around
Music’s a bridge that’s made out of sound

There are bridges underground, bridges in space
There’s even a bridge in the middle of your face
Bridges on boats, violins, and guitars
Imagination is a bridge from here to the stars

Bridges are needed when problems aise
Bridges are answers to how ? where? and why?
Bridges span hardship, triumph, and sorrow
A dream is a bridge from today to tomorrow

Bridges let us to see things from the other side
Bridges solve problems that used to divide
Some bridges ens where other bridges start
Friendship is a bridge that comforts the heart

Some bridges get crowded
Some seldom get used
Some bridges are acient, others are new
We need bridges to the future
And from the past
Stories are bridges that last and last

Bridges connect the earth and the sky
Bridges rise up, transcend, and inspire
Bridges are proff that dreams can come true
Words are a bridge from me to you

Bridges unite, bridges inspire
Bridges connect the earth and the sky
Bridges are proof that dreams can come true
A smile is a bridge from me to you

Copyright, John Farrell 2000

Halfway up a mountain
No one ever wants to climb
Daybreak never comes without the night
The pain is always deepest
When the love is strong
The shadow darkest
When you’ve known the light

When the tears start falling
Like a gentle summer rain
Or when you hear that favorite song
Think about the laughter and the smiles
That filled our hearts
And know that light is ours to carry on

Always there and listening
To every word with care
Sharing smiles, sharing jokes, and cups of tea
And though now the chair sits empty
The memories linger on
In the stories, in the songs and on the breeze

Refrain

A photograph, a moment,
Quiet words, or just a glance
Etched in hearts more deeply than in stones
Like wildflowers on a hillside
Sunsets on the bay
Dreams don’t die they just get passed along

Copyright, John Farrell 2002

I’d like to be a duck for a day (2x’s)
If I was a duck I’d waddle and quack
Cares would roll right off my back
I’d take whatever came my way
If I was a duck for a day

I’d like to be a dog for a day (2x’s)
If I was a dog I’d chase some sticks
I’d learn some new old, dog tricks
I’d take whatever came my way…

I’d like to be a cow for a day (2x’s)
If I was a cow I’d chew my cud
Eat some grass, lay in the mud
I’d take whatever came my way…

Ducks were made for quackin’
Birds were made to fly
Kids were made to dream great dreams
And to wonder how and why
Each of us is what we were meant to be
We were made to live in peace and harmony

I’d like to be a cat for a day (2x’s)
If I was a cat I’d play and purr
Drink lots of milk and lick my fur
I’d take whatever came my way…

I’d like to be a spider for a day (2x’s)
If I was a spider I’d climb and crawl
Across the ceiling and down the walls
I’d take whatever came my way…

I’d like to be a bear for a day (2x’s)
If I was a bear I’d eat honey and fish
I’d take a nap whenever I wished
I’d take whatever came my way…

I’d like to be an owl for a day (2x’s)
If I was an owl I’d blink both eyes
Sit in a tree and act real wise
I’d take whatever came my way…

Copyright John Farrell 2002

A small boy walked home
One rainy Halloween
Two big kids were waiting
On the dark side of the street
Those big kids came over
And knocked that boy down
Took all his candy
And left him there on the ground

How would you feel
If that happened to you?
What would you say?
What would you do?
Stop for a minute
And stand in his shoes
How would you feel
If that happened to you?

Nobody wanted her
She didn’t fit in
With her on your team
It was harder to win
So when teams were chosen
The best kids went quick
And day after day
She was the last one picked

Refrain

He acted and looked
So much different than us
We taunted and teased him
From the back of the bus
We even laughed
When he started to cry
Our words were like stones
He had nowhere to hide

One day at school
A new kid appeared
She dressed sort of strange
And she talked really weird
You could tell she was scared
But she tried to pretend
So I asked her her name
And said, “I’ll be your friend."

Copyright, John Farrell 2002

A       Andromeda, our neighbor galaxy

B       The Big Dipper, an easy one to see

C       Cygnus the swan flies across the Milky Way

D       Draco the Dragon lives on Dipper Lane

E       The Earth, our mother ship in flight

F       The First Star that you wish upon at night

G      Our Galaxy of stars 200 billion strong

H       Haley’s Comet, with it’s snowy tail so long

I        Imagination, that’s the key, the magic ring

J       Mighty Jupiter, the planetary king

K       The Kite, Bootesis it’s name

L       Leo, the Lion has a starry mane

M      The Moon, it’s orbit is 28 days long

N       The North Star, it guides travelers along

O      Orion, his belt is straight and bright

P       The Perseids, August’s welcome sight

Q      Queen Cassiopea, a “W” of stars

R       The Red Planet, the one that we call “Mars”

S       Brilliant Sirius, the brightest star we see

T       Taurus the bull, looks like a flying “V”

U       The Universe, that’s everything there is

V       Venus, a lovely dazzling disk

W      The Wonders that await us in the night

X       Exquisite and Extraordinary sights

Y       The Yellow Stars, like our own great Sun

Z       The Zodiac, now my song is done

Copyright, John Farrell 2002

Sitting on an old see-saw
Chewing on a piece of straw
Rainbow Trout started to shout
Did you just see what I just saw? (2x’s)

It was a duck, his name was Chuck
He was riding in a pick-up truck
Chuck the duck in a pick-up truck
Sounds kind of fishy to me

It was an eel, his name was Shaquille
He was riding on a snowmobile…
It was a crab, his name was Ahab
He was riding in a taxi cab…

It was a whale, her name was Gail
She was riding on a monorail…
It was an alligator, his name was C.U. Rayder
He was riding on an elevator…
Claire the bear in a wheelchair
Snyder the spider on a hang glider
Tod the cod in a hot rod
Ike the pike on a mountain bike…

Copyright, John Farrell 2002

Soon you’ll yawn and close your eyes
But first let’s have just one more kiss
One more hug, one more smile
A word of thanks and a good-night wish

May you dream in peace and splendor
As the stars waltz up above
And may your friends always be near you
May you always walk in love

Copyright, John Farrell 2002

See you later, Mashed Potato
Adios French Toast
In a while Mr. Croc-a-doodle-dile
Now it’s time for me to go

May the sun shine on your doorstep
May a warm wind be at your back on every hill
May the road rise up and greet you
May a friend be there to meet you
Everywhere that you go

See you later, Sweet Potato
Adios Cinnamon Toast
Hasta Luego Rutabaga
Now it’s time for me to go

See you later, Mashed Potato
Adios French Toast
In a while Mr. And Mrs. Crocodile
Now it’s time for me to go

( Words and Music by Tom Paxton,
copy right Paxworld Music)

Here we are in our car
We’ve been traveling ever so far
We’ve been circling round and round
Shall I tell you what we’ve found

Dad’s not lost, no he’s not
This is Daddy’s favorite spot
Right here by this same old tree
This is where he meant to be
Time and again this road we’ve crossed
We’re not worried, dad’s not lost

Down the lane and back again
Dad’s out standing in the rain
Rain is pouring down his face
Are we really anyplace?
(Chorus)

There’s a map on his lap
Dad keeps hitting it with his cap
What’s his song ever so strong
Daddy’s right and the map is wrong
(Chorus)

No one speaks, not a mouse speaks
Dad’s not been this mad for weeks
Don’t make a sound we’re turning around
We’re going back to the very same town

( John Farrell/ Hope River Music)

As I sat at my desk I was listening
to each word that our teacher said
And when she asked us a question
the answer popped right in my head
My hand it shot up like a rocket,
my fingers they danced through the air
I felt really good until she called my name
And everyone started to stare

I forget, I forgot , I’m forgetful
But that doesn’t mean I don’t know
I’m just not as fast as some other kids
But that doesn’t mean that I’m slow
Now I’ve got some real good ideas
I had one a minute ago
Please give me time and remember
That everything takes time to grow

We went to the zoo on a field trip
We saw mammals and reptiles and birds
Our teacher asked “What is the difference?”
That’s easy, thought I , we just heard
So proudly I sent my arm flyin’
like a flag on a blustery day
She called my name and said, ”Speak loud
and clear,” and all of my thoughts flew away
( Chours)

This same kind of thing happened often
so I didn’t raise my hand anymore
And now when she asks us a question
I just sit and stare at the floor
Quite often I do know the answers
I’ve still got some real good ideas
I hope I can teach myself not to forget
I hope you can help me with my fears

I forget when I’m scared I‘m forgetful
but that doesn’t mean I don’t know
Asking me louder won’t help
I’m trying though it may not show
And I’ve still got some real good ideas
Some are just seeds that I’ve sown
Please give me time and remember
Everything takes time to grow
(Chorus)

( John Farrell/ Hope River Music)

We have eyes so we can see
We have ears so we can hear
We have voices to sing our songs
We have arms for reaching out to hold each
other’s hearts

Let’s use our eyes to see what must be done
Let’s use our voices to sing a joyful song
Let’s use our ears to hear the cries of
those in need
Let’s open up the circle cause we’re all
one family

Let’s rock ‘n roll for Mother Earth
Let’s show her that we care
Let’s rock ‘n roll for Mother Earth
Let’s all do our share
Let’s work to keep our water clean
Let’s help clean up the air
Let’s rock and roll for Mother Earth
Let’s show her that we care

Let’s rock and roll for Mother Earth
Let’s show her that we care
Let’s use our hands to help the earth
Let’s all do our share
Let’s work to clean up litter, recycle
and repair
Let’s rock’ n and roll for Mother Earth
Let’s show her that we care

Let’s rock ‘n roll for Mother Earth
Let’s show her that we care
Let’s use our heads to help the earth
Let’s all do our share
Let’s preserve her treasures
So everyone can share
Let’s rock ‘n roll for Mother Earth
Let’s show her that we care
( Repeat first verse)

(John Farrell/ Hope River Music)

We are the sons and the daughters
of the sons and the daughters
Of hope and fear, of joy and pain
Blown by the wind, tossed on the waters
Blessed by the sun and the rain

Kate and Thomas left from Ireland in 1864
Leaving family and the only life they’d known
Trading hunger for a promise
And sadness for a dream
The family tree they planted keeps on growing
(Chorus)

Anna crossed the great wide ocean
all alone at age sixteen
Not knowing if she ever would return
She didn’t speak their language,
she couldn’t write or read
But her faith and courage helped her
as she learned
( Chorus)

(John Farrell/ Hope Music)

The Snow Goose said
“I’m gonna take a little walk”
And that’s what he started to do
He walked and he walked and he walked
and he walked
And the Penguin said “ME Too!”
ME TOO! Bottun Dumdot and Deedot Undom”

The Snow goose said, “I’m gonna go for a swim”
And that’s what he started to
He swam and he swam and he swam
And he swam
And the Penguin said, “ME TOO!” ect.

The Snow goose sa9id,
“I’m gonna catch some fish” ect.

The Snow goose said,
“I’m gonna Learn to fly” ect.

The Penguin leaped right off of that cliff
But he fell right down, down, down down
The Snow Goose rescued his friend from his fall
And placed him gently back on the ground

The Snow Goose said “I’m gonna fly some more
I’m gonna soar out over the sea”
He flew and he flew and he flew and he flew
But the Penguin said “NOT ME!”

The Penguin learned a lesson that day
A lesson that was plain to see
Sometimes it’s best to just walk away
Shake your head and say,
“NOT ME!” ect.

Words and music by Bob Blue copyright 1998)

A small thing once happened at school
that brought up a question for me
And somehow it forced me to see
the price that I pay to be cool
Roxanne is a girl that I know, she’s strange,
like she doesn’t belong
I don’t mean to say that it’s wrong
we don’t like to be with her though
And when we all make a plan to have
this big party at Sue’s
Most kids in our school got the news
but no one invited Roxanne

The thing in our Junior High is
secrets don’t last very long
I acted like nothing was wrong
when I saw Roxanne start to cry
I know you may think that I’m cruel,
it doesn’t make me very proud
I just went along with the crowd,
it’s sad but you have to in school
You can’t pick the friends you prefer,
you fit in as well as you can
I couldn’t be friends with Roxanne
cause then they would treat me like her

In one class at our Junior High
we study what people have done
With gas chambers, tanks and guns at Auschwitz,
Bejing and My Lai
I don’t understand all I learn,
sometime I just sit there and cry
The whole world stood idly by
and watched as the innocents burned
Like robots obeying some rule,
atrocities done by the mob
All innocents doing their jobs and what was it for,
was it cool?

The world was aware of this hell but
not enough to cried out in shame
No heroes and no to blame
a story that no one dare tell
I promise to do what I canto let it happen again
To care for all women and men,
I’ll start by inviting Roxanne

(Carol Johnson, Noeldner Music)

I’ve got some of the light in me
You’ve got some of the light in you
And a little bit of light from everyone
Is enough to see you through

I’ve got some of the hope in me
You’ve got some of the hope in you
And a little bit of hope from everyone
Is enough to see us through

I’ve got some of the love in me
You’ve got some of the love in you
And a little bit of love from everyone
A little bit of hope from everyone
A little bit of light from everyone
Is enough to see us through

There is nobody with a handle on it all
No one place the answers can be found
But everybody has a gift
that everyone can share
Put them all together we can
turn this world around
( Repeat the first three verses)

(Rodgers and Hammerstein, Williamson Music)

Getting to know you, getting to know all about you;
Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you, putting it my way but nicely.
You are precisely my cup of tea.

Getting to know you, getting to feel free and easy;
When I am with you, getting to know what to say.
Haven’t you noticed, suddenly I’m bright and breezy,
Because of all the beautiful, and new, things I’m learning about you,
Day by day.

Getting to know you, getting to know all about you;
Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you, putting it my way but nicely.
You are precisely my cup of tea.

Getting to know you, getting to feel free and easy;
When I am with you, getting to know what to say.
Haven’t you noticed, suddenly I’m bright and breezy,
Because of all the beautiful, and new, things I’m learning about you,
Day by day.

(John Farrell /Hope River Music)

Freddie was by far the fastest kid on our whole team
He could shoot and he could score the very best of all
But he hollered at his teammates and he argued with
the ref. And he never, ever, ever passed the ball

Pass the ball Freddie you’ll find that it won’t hurt
Kid’ll pass it back that’s what makes a team work
Teamwork is an attitude it isn’t just a word
So pass the ball Freddie let’s make this team work

Daidle Deedle Didle Dodle Doodle Daidle Deedle Dum

Vicki has the sweetest voice in all of junior high
She sang the lead in every single play we’ve ever done
But she never once said thank-you
To the kids that sang the chorus
And she never, ever, ever sings for fun

Sing for fun Vickie, that’s what singing’s meant to be
If we sing together we can try some harmony
Teamwork is an attitude it isn’t just a word
so sing for fun Vicki, let’s make this team work

Leo is the smartest kid in Miss Spelling’s class
He speaks Japanese and Russian
but he never talks to us
He treats us like we’re babies
and he laughs at our ideas
And he never joins a group unless he absolutely must

Lighten up Leo
You’re not the only one
If we work together we can
learn and have some fun
Teamwork is an attitude
it isn’t just a word
So lighten up Leo let’s make this team work

Phyllis is an average kid,
not great at anything
but whenever you need help
Phyllis will be there

She treats you just the same if you
win or if you lose
She always tries her hardest and
she plays fair and square

Fair and square Phyllis
gives it everything she got
When she’s in the game and cheers
For others when she’s not
Team work is an attitude
it isn’t just a word
And Phyllis is a winner
cause she makes the team work

( repeat “Pass the ball Freddie” verse)

(John Farrell / Hope River Music)

The sun has set the day is done
Say good night to everyone
Close your eyes and rest awhile
Till the morning comes

Starlight, shining bright,
Here’s my wish for you tonight
Dreams of peace and harmony
Till the morning comes

You can go soaring like an eagle in the sky
Or diving like the whales and dolphins do
You can go anywhere, be anything you want
Knowing that I’ll be right there with you

Soon the birds will sing their songs
Telling you the night has gone
The sun will shine and so will you
When the morning comes

Michael Mark & Tom Chapin (ASCAP)

Saturday morning and the rain is pouring
Dad worked late last night, he’s in there
snoring. Same old stuff on TV, boring
So what if I can’t go out and play
I know what I’ll do today

Chorus
Oh, I’m going down to the Library
Picking out a book, check it in, check it out
Gonna say Hi to the Dictionary
Picking out a book, check it in, check it out

Now I like books and they like me
So when I go to the Library
I sit down in my favorite chair
And check to see who’s there
Maybe one book, maybe two
“Take me home,” says Winnie The Pooh,
“And if we have to travel far, I’ll bring
my honey jar.”

Chorus
Sleeping Beauty yawned and said
“I’ll come when I get out of bed.”
Madeline said “let her nap,” and jumps into my lap
The Cat in the Hat says “Hey. I’ll go.” “Don’t take
him.” Cries Pinocchio, “Don’t take that cat to your
address, he always makes a mess.”

Chorus
Mrs. Parker’s back behind the checkout desk today
The Cheshire Cat jumps on her head and says
“Let’s play!” But Mrs. P says “Goodness, are you
sure you want all these?” “Oh yes!” we
shout together. She says, “Shhh! Quiet please!”

Chorus
The Seven dwarfs begin to shout, “ Say, take us
with you. Check us out!” Then Cinderella gets her
gown and Babar grabs his crown. Then Curious
George swings from the shelf. Along comes Mother
Goose herself. Out the door we danced and sang.
The whole library rang.

John Farrell (Hope River Music)

Tales are meant to be told
Songs are meant to be sung
Each of us has a story to tell
There’s a story for everyone I know.
There’s a story for everyone

Chorus

How about you? How about you?
Do you have a tale you'd like to tell?
How about you ? How about you?
Do you have a tale to tell?

In the jungle I wrestled a lion
In the ocean I winked at a whale
In the desert I danced with a camel
And each one had it’s own tale to tell
Each one had it’s own tale

Chorus

In the sky I flew with an eagle
I helped a turtle clean his shell
In the grass I slithered with a
shimmering snake
And each one had it’s own tale to tell
Each one had it’s own tale

Chorus

In the barnyard I saw a horsefly
In the woods I was startled by a quail
In the night sky I watched as a comet
flew by And each one………

John Farrell (Hope River Music) permission
of Mem Fox, author of Hattie and the Fox

“Goodness gracious me!” said Hattie the hen. “I see
something movin’ in the bushes again. Think I’ll
move a little closer and see what I can see. There’s
a nose in the bushes, and it’s sniffin’ at me.”

Chorus
“Good grief!” said the goose. “Well well,” said
the pig. “Who cares?” said the sheep. “So what?”
said the horse. The cow looked around to the right
and left, rolled her eyes and said “What next?”

“Goodness gracious me!” said Hattie the hen. “I see
something movin’ in the bushes again. Think I’ll
move a little closer and see what I can see. The nose
has eyes and they’re lookin’ at me.”

Chorus
“Goodness gracious me………
The eyes have ears and they’re listenin’ to me.”

Chorus
“Goodness gracious me………
The ears have legs and they look fast to me.”

Chorus
“Goodness gracious me………
legs are connected to a hairy body.”

Chorus
“Goodness gracious me………
The body has a tail. It’s a fox I see!”

“Oh no!” said the goose.
“Dear me!” said the pig.
“Oh dear!” said the sheep.
“Oh help!” said the horse.
But the cow said “MOOOOO!”
so very loudly that the fox was
frightened and he did flee

John Farrell (Hope River Music)

Tales are meant to be told
Songs are meant to be sung
Each of us has a story to tell
There’s a story for everyone I know.
There’s a story for everyone

Chorus

How about you? How about you?
Do you have a tale you'd like to tell?
How about you ? How about you?
Do you have a tale to tell?

In the jungle I wrestled a lion
In the ocean I winked at a whale
In the desert I danced with a camel
And each one had it’s own tale to tell
Each one had it’s own tale

Chorus

In the sky I flew with an eagle
I helped a turtle clean his shell
In the grass I slithered with a
shimmering snake
And each one had it’s own tale to tell
Each one had it’s own tale

Chorus

In the barnyard I saw a horsefly
In the woods I was startled by a quail
In the night sky I watched as a comet
flew by And each one………

John Farrell (Hope River Music)

I remember that cold Christmas morn
when I was nine years old.
All my family was at home
Except my Dad. He was off across
the ocean with a rifle in his hands
I never thought that Christmas day
could be so sad.

Chorus
Listen to the stories that the elders
have to tell, of the good times and
the hard times they have known
For the stories that they give to us
Are pictures of the past
And maps to guide us as we travel on

I remember when the first car roared
through town and scared our horse
It was black and noisy oh, we
loved it so. Last year they drove
a car like that through town in
the parade, and the young ones
laughed because it looked so old

Chorus
I remember when the steel mill
was the heartbeat of this town
Trains chugged in and out
Steam whistles screamed
Pat worked days and Jack worked
nights, we all worked ‘til the end
Now the mill’s shut down it all
seems like a dream.

Chorus
I remember when I met your Granddad
He was young and strong
And the kindest, sweetest man I’d ever met
Now he’s old and cannot walk
Sometimes he doesn’t know my name
But his strength and kindness
We must not forget
Chorus

John Farrell (Hope River Music)

I like ants, they make my Momma Dance
I like frogs and polliwogs.
I like snakes. I like to visit the zoo.
I like animals, and I like you and you
and you and you and ME a lot too!

I like lions. I like their curly hair
I like penguins. They’re so debonair.
I like lizards, and leopards too.
I like animals, and I like you and you
and you and you and ME a lot too!

I like elephants, and their long gray trunks.
I like spiders. I even like skunks.
I like koala bears and kangaroos
I like animals and I like you and you………

I like dolphins, they can walk on their
tails. I like monkeys, and I like whales
I like hippos and rhinos too.
I like animals and I like you and you………

I like ants verse repeats………

Tom Chapin & John Forster (ASCAP)

Before the days of Jell-O
Lived a prehistoric fellow
Who loved a maid and courted her
beneath the Banyan tree,
now they had lots of children, and
their children all had children, and
they kept on having children
until one of them had me.

Chorus
We’re a family and we’re a tree
Our roots go deep down in history
From my great, great Granddaddy
reaching up to me
We’re a green and growing Family Tree

My Grandpa came from Russia,
my Grandma came from Prussia
They met in Nova Scotia, had my Dad
in Tennessee. Then they moved to
Yokohama where Daddy met my Momma
Her Dad’s from Alabama and her Mom’s
part Cherokee.
Chorus

One fine day I may go to Tierra Del
Fuego. Perhaps I’ll meet my wife there
and we’ll move to Timbuktu. And our
kid will be bilingual and though she may
stay single, she could of course go mingle
with the King of Katmandu.
Chorus

The folks in Madagascar
aren’t the same as in Alaska.
They’ve got different foods, different
moods and different colored skin.
You may have a different name
but underneath we’re much the same
You’re probably my cousin
and the whole world is our kin.
Chorus

Poor old Uncle Don,
He’s got troubles low and high.
His roof has got a leak in it,
And his well has just gone dry
There’s no water in the kitchen sink
It’s on the bedroom floor instead.
And if he doesn’t fix that roof pretty soon,
He’ll be sleepin’ in a water bed

But Uncle Don is a dreamer
And he would never quit
So he closed his eyes, and scratched his
head, and thought about it a bit.
And when he was finished thinkin’
The answer was clear as a bell
He put a pipe underneath
that hole in the roof,
And ran it right down into the well.
He said

Chorus
Don’t give up! Don’t give in!
Even if you’re feelin’ down
And you don’t know where to begin
Dream of the stars
But start diggin’ down
Remember every tree that you see
Has roots deep in the ground.

Grandpa Jack was 93,
When his hands began to shake
He didn’t hear too well
But he still worked hard
In his bakery decorating cakes
A wedding cake was ordered to read
“I’m yours forever more.”
But the bride passed out
when the cake came in, it said
“You’re underwear is on the floor.”

But Grandpa Jack is a dreamer
And he would never quit
So he closed his eyes, and he went to sleep
And dreamt about it a bit.
And when he was finished dreamin’
He decided to change his style
Next day the ad in the paper read
“Cakes that’ll make you smile”

Fred Small (Pine Barrens Music)

Chorus
I want a hug (echo) when we say hello
I want a hug (echo) when it’s time to go
I want a hug (echo) cause I want you to know
I’m awfully fond of you
I want a hug (echo) what a wonderful feelin’
Want a hug (echo) just to feel you squeezin’
Want a hug (echo) yes it certainly seems
Like the natural thing to do

When I was a little bitty baby
child
My Momma used to hold me tight
My Daddy would come and pick me up
When I got scared at night
Now the years have passed
and I’ve grown so fast
and mostly I feel strong
But timid or bold, I’m never too old
To sing this cozy song

Chorus

Now some folks don’t like huggin’
They think that they’re too tough
I bet they’d be a whole lot friendlier
If they were just hugged enough
When you hug the ones who love you
An amazing thing you learn
When you give a hug, you just can’t help
But get one in return

Chorus

Sometimes grown-ups are grouchy
And they put the blame on you
Sometimes you make just a little mistake
Though you did the best you could do
And sometimes love is everywhere
And it’s a beautiful day
But anytime is the perfect time to open your arms
and say

Chorus

Carol Johnson (Noeldner Music)

Love grows one by one, two by two
And four by four
Love grows round like a circle
And comes back knockin’ at your front door

Note by note we make a song
Voice by voice we sing it
Choir by choir we fill up the world
With the music that we bring it.

Love grows one by one, two by two
And four by four
Love grows round like a circle
And comes back knockin’ at your front door

So let me take your hand my friend
We’ll each take the hand of another
Hand in hand we’ll reach round the world
To our sisters and our brothers

Love grows………

Chorus

Words and music copyright, John Farrell, 1998 

Step by step (Echo) 
One at a time " 
You don't have to run " 
There's plenty of time " 
If you fall down " 
Rise up and then " 
Step by step " 
Start movin'again " 

Life is a circle, the earth is a ball 
Seeds that are tiny grow so tall 
Seeds need the rain, seeds need the sun 
After the storm the rainbow will come 

Day by day (Echo) 
Follow the light " 
Riding the waves " 
Learning to fly " 
Feel how it feels " 
Reach for your dreams " 
Day by day " 
Let your heart sing " 

Step by step……………Day by day 
One at a time…………..Follow the light 
You don't have to run…Riding the waves 
There's plenty of time…Learning to fly 
If you fall down………. Feel how it feels 
Rise up and then……….Reach for your dreams 
Step by step……………Day by day 
Start movin' again……..Let you heart sing

Words and Music copyright Bob Blue, 1990 

I used to be best friends with Rachel 
And Rachel was best friends with me 
We always dressed just like each other 
And watched the same shows on TV 
On weekends sometimes she'd sleep over 
We'd whisper till we fell asleep 
She's a friend that made me feel important 
She's a friend that I wanted to keep 

Oh Rachel, where are you now? 
Did I do something wrong? 
Did I hurt you somehow? 
Oh Rachel you once were my friend 
Will you ever like me again? 

A girl moved in next door to Rachel 
Her name was Melinda MacNeil 
The two of them struck up a friendship 
With no thought to how I might feel 
Melinda and Rachel went skating 
I didn't know Rachel had skates 
Now Melinda's the one that she plays with 
And I am the one that she hates 

Should I try and forget about Rachel? 
Should I hope that she'll come back to me? 
Should I try and make friends with Melinda? 
Can a friendship include three? 
Should I pack up and move to Alberta? 
If I did would she miss me at all? 
I hope she hears my song 
We can fix what went wrong 
Rachel, please hear my call

Copyright John Farrell, 1995 

Sometimes I feel like an eagle 
I can see the whole world as I glide 
Sometimes I feel like a rabbit on the run 
Just looking for a place to hide 

Sometimes I feel like a lion 
Everybody listens when I speak 
Sometimes I feel like the cat has got my tongue 
My voice is small and weak 

Sometimes I'm up 
Sometimes I'm down 
Sometimes I spin around and round 
Sometimes I'm happy 
Sometimes I'm sad 
Feeling the feelings that I have 

Sometimes I feel like an oak tree 
My branches reach to the sky 
Sometimes I feel like a jellyfish 
Just riding the waves as they go by 

Sometimes I feel like a beaver 
I can change if I keep working on 
But sometimes I feel like a snowman in the sun 
I'm here now but soon I'll be gone 

Sometimes I feel like a sunrise 
Everything I touch is warm and bright 
But sometimes I feel like a dark and cloudy day 
I can't get anything right 

Sometimes I feel like a song that fills the air 
I'm a melody, a harmony, a verse 
But sometimes I feel like a worm on a hook 
This ain't much fun but it could be worse

Words and music copyright Peter Jones, 1983 

Kilkelly Ireland1860 
My dear and loving son John 
Your good friend the schoolmaster Pat 
Mac Namara's 
So good as to write these words down 
Your brothers have all gone to find work in 
England 
The house is so empty and sad 
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected with 
A third to a half of them bad 
Your sister Brigid and Patrick O' Donnell are 
going to be married in June 
Your mother says not to work on the railroad 
And be sure to come on home soon. 

Kilkelly Ireland 1870 
My dear and loving son John 
Hello to your Mrs. and to your four children 
May they grow healthy and strong 
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble 
I suppose that he never will learn 
Because of the dampness there's no turf to 
speak of 
And now there is nothing to burn 
Brigid is happy you named a child for her 
Although she's got six of her own 
You say you found work but you don't say 
what kind 
Or when you'll be coming home 

Killy Ireland 1880 
Dear Michael and John my sons 
I'm sorry to give you the sad news 
But your dear old mother passed on 
We buried her down at the church in 
Kilkelly 
Your brothers and Brigid were there 
You don't have to worry she died very 
quickly 
Remember her in your prayers 
And it's so good to hear that Michael's 
returning 
With money he's sure to buy land 
For the crop has been poor and the people 
are selling 
At any price that they can 

Kilkelly Ireland 1890 
My dear and loving son John 
I suppose that I must be close on 80 
It's 30 years since you've gone 
Because of all of the money you sent me 
I'm still living out on my own 
Michael has built himself a fine house 
And Brigid's daughters have grown. 
Thank you for sending your family's picture 
They're lovely young women and men 
You say that you might even come for a visit 
What joy to see you again 

Kilkelly Ireland 1892 
My dear brother John 
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you 
But Father passed on. He was living with Brigid 
she says he was cheerful 
And healthy right down to the end 
Ah you should've seen him playin' with the 
grandchildren 
Of Pat MacNamara your friend 
We buried him alongside of Mother 
Down at the Kilkelly church yard 
He was a strong and a feisty old man 
Considering his life was so hard 
And it's funny the way he kept talkin'about 
you 
He called for you at the end 
Why don't you think about coming to visit. 
We'd all love to see you again

Traditional 

I'll tell me ma when I go home 
The boys won't leave the girls alone 
They pull my hair and they stole my comb 
But that's all right till I go home 

She is handsome, she is pretty, 
She is the belle of Belfast city 
She is courting 1, 2, 3 
Please won't you tell me who is she? 

Albert Mooney says he loves her 
All the boys are fighting for her 
They knock on the door and they ring the bell 
Saying oh my true love are you well? 
Out she comes as white as snow 
With rings on her finger and bells on her toes 
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die 
If she doesn't get the lad with the roving eye 

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high 
And the snow come tumblin' from the sky 
She's as nice as apple pie, 
She'll get her own lad by and by 
When she gets a lad of her own 
She won't tell her ma when she comes home 
Let them all come as they will 
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

Words and Music copyright Willie Welch 

Saturday summers when I was a kid 
We'd run to the school yard and here's what we did 
We'd pick out the captains, we'd choose up the teams 
It was always a measure of my self-esteem 
'Cause the strongest the fastest played shortstop and first 
The ones they picked last were the worst 
I never needed to ask it was sealed 
I just took up my place in right field 

Playing right field is easy you know 
You can be awkward, you can be slow 
That's why I'm here in right field 
Watching the dandelions grow 

Playing right field is lonely and dull 
Little leagues never have lefties that pull 
I'd dream of the day they'd hit one my way 
They never did but still I would pray 
That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run 
And not lose the ball in the sun 
Then I'd awake from this long reverie 
And pray that the ball never came out to 
me here in… 


Off in the distance the game's dragging on 
There're strikes on the batter, some runners are on 
I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score 
The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for 
Suddenly everyone's looking at me 
My mind has been wandering. What could it be? 
They point to the sky and I look up above 
And a baseball falls into my glove 

Playing right field, it's important you know 
You gotta know how to catch 
You gotta know how to throw 
That's why I'm here in right field 
Watching the dandelions grow

Words and Music copyright John Farrell, 1998 

Who? What? Where? How? Why? and When? 
Who? What? Where? How? Why? and When? 
It's your story, it's my story, it's our story, 
It's History! 
Who? What? Where? How? Why? and When? 

Who were the first to settle on this land? 
Why did they choose to make their homes 
right here? 
When did they arrive? How did they survive? 
What can we see today that tells us they were 
here? 

Who were the ones that helped to build this 
town? 
What were the hopes and dreams that 
brought them here? 
Where did they work and play? How did they celebrate? 
What can we see today that tells us they were here? 

Who were the ones who found fortune or fame? 
Why is it that we still recall their names? 
How did they serve and lead? What are their legacies? 
What can we see today that tells us they were here? 

What was it like to be alive back then? 
What brought joy and sadness to their lives? 
Let's see what we can find as we hold the hands of time 
And drift back through the years to yesterday

Arrangement and Music copyright John Farrell, 1998 
States were already named. 

Wyoming, Wisconsin, West Virginia 
Washington, Virginia, Vermont, 

Utah, Texas, Tennessee, South Dakota, 
South Carolina, Rhode Island, Pennsylvania, 
Oregon, 

Oklahoma, Ohio, North Dakota, North Carolina, 

New York, New Mexico, New Jersey, and 
New Hampshire 

Nevada, Nebraska, Montana, Missouri, 
Mississippi, Minnesota, Michigan, 

Massachusetts, Maryland, Maine and 
Louisiana, 

Kentucky, Kansas, Iowa, and Indiana, 

Illinois, Idaho, Hawaii, and Georgia, 

Florida, Delaware, Connecticut, Colorado, 

California, Arkansas, Arizona, Alaska, and 
Alabama!

Words and Music copyright, John Farrell 1998

The sun was shinning bright and the grass
Was oh so green
We were laughin', we were singin', it felt
good to be a team.
We had new shorts and socks - on our
shirts they wrote our names
Everything was goin' great until they said,
"Let's start the game!"

Then the other team appeared, they came 
like soldiers to a war
They were big and they were fast and they 
looked mean.
Their coach was yellin' at 'em, he even
called us names.
I couldn't help but wonder, "Does he know
it's just a game?"

It's just a game! It's just a game!
We're only kids. We're not the pros.
We joined the team to learn and play and have some fun.
We'll try our best to win
but if we don't there is no shame.
Please remember this:
"We're only kids - It's just a game!"

Then the game began. We were nervous, we
were scared
Cause they were big and they were fast but 
they weren't mean.
They did play well together. They scored time and time again.
We made some good plays too and we tried
hard until the end

But then the game was over. We went and
said "nice game!" 
Quickly thoughts of ice cream filled our
brains.
Till we heard a grown-up shouting, "It's your
fault, you're to blame!"
I wish someone would tell him, "It's okay, it's 
just a game!"

As our season went along we lost every
game but one
But we got better and we learned stuff that
was new
Our coach says we're amazing.
And our teamwork and our friendships grew
and grew.

But when the last game ended another
team finished first
They played well. They played hard. They 
were the best.
And though the medals went to them we
feel like winners just the same
We never quit and we know "It's just a 
game!"

Word and Music copyright John Farrell , 1998 

Twenty- four bug bite, freckles by the score 
Baseball, soccer, ice cream galore 
Old friends, new friends, strawberry pie 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and 
touch the sky 

Swimming in the ocean, fishing in the pond 
Riding bikes, playing cards, making up a song 
Shooting stars, bumper cars, lemon butterflies 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and touch the sky 

Reach up and touch the sky, reach up 
and touch the sky 
Summer's here, another year, reach up 
and touch the sky 

Swinging in the hammock, climbing up a tree 
Picking wildflowers, running on the beach 
Marshmallow chin, raspberry grins, catching fireflies 
Summer's here, another year reach up and 
touch the sky 

Reading to each other, reading all alone 
Teasing, fighting, talking on the phone 
Hummingbirds, jellyfish, asking how and why 
Summer's here another year reach up and 
touch the sky 

The barbecue is sizzling, the sun is sizzling too 
Running barefoot through the grass, trying 
to find my shoes 
Chocolate chips, melon pits Cygnus shinning bright 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and 
touch the sky 

Supper's on the table, there's always room for more 
Sleeping in the bunk room, playing sibling war 
Writing letters, playing life,watching clouds drift by 
Summer's here another year reach up and 
touch the sky 

Jumping from the hayloft, bonfires neath the moon 
Company's a coming , let's sing a welcome tune 
Acorn , sweet corn, birds begin to fly 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and 
touch the sky 
Rain falls on the garden, green fields turn to gold 
Rainbows decorate the sky, the young renew the old 
Everyone is crying, it's hard to say good-bye 
Summer's here, another year, reach up and 
touch the sky

Words and Music copyright, 1998 

Mistakes are our teachers 
Our teachers are mistakes 
We have a chance to learn something 
From each mistake we make 

Thomas Alva Edison 
Made the light bulb shine 
But before he got it right 
He was wrong 500 times 

Wilber and Orville Wright 
Believed that they could fly 
It took years of falling down 
Before they reached the sky 

Rosa parks was right 
When she said " I will not move" 
The law was a mistake 
As Rosa's courage proved 

The great Henry Aaron 
The all time home run king 
For every homer Henry hit 
He took a thousand swings

Traditional, Melody is "Mary Widow Waltz" by Franz Lehar 

Happy birthday, happy birthday we love you 
Happy birthday and may all your dreams come true 
When you blow out the candles one light stays aglow 
That's the love light in your eyes where e'er you go

Words and music copyright, John Farrell, 1998 

Step by step (Echo) 
One at a time " 
You don't have to run " 
There's plenty of time " 
If you fall down " 
Rise up and then " 
Step by step " 
Start movin'again " 

Life is a circle, the earth is a ball 
Seeds that are tiny grow so tall 
Seeds need the rain, seeds need the sun 
After the storm the rainbow will come 

Day by day (Echo) 
Follow the light " 
Riding the waves " 
Learning to fly " 
Feel how it feels " 
Reach for your dreams " 
Day by day " 
Let your heart sing " 

Step by step……………Day by day 
One at a time…………..Follow the light 
You don't have to run…Riding the waves 
There's plenty of time…Learning to fly 
If you fall down………. Feel how it feels 
Rise up and then……….Reach for your dreams 
Step by step……………Day by day 
Start movin' again……..Let you heart sing

It’s snowing! It’s snowing! The first flakes of the year 
It’s snowing! It’s snowing! Soon winter will be here 
It’s snowing! It’s snowing! It’s covering the ground 
I hope it snows and snows all night so school will be closed down 

So light the lights and sing the songs 
The holiday season is here 
The air is cold but our hearts are warm 
This wonderful time of the year 

The cookies are baking, the air is smelling sweet 
The first batch is cooling, soon there’ll be some to eat 
The chimneys are breathing their smoke into the sky 
As flakes fall down and pile up our hopes begin to rise 

So light the lights and sing the songs 
The holiday season is here 
The air is cold but our hearts are warm 
This wonderful time of the year 

It’s snowing! It’s snowing! The first flakes of the year 
It’s snowing! It’s snowing! Soon winter will be here 
It’s snowing! It’s snowing! It’s covering the ground 
I hope it snows and snows all night so school will be closed down

Thank you for the sun that shines 
Thank you for the stars above 
Thank you for the rain that falls 
And thank you for your love 

One by one we count our blessings 
As we come to share this bread 
Let us gather round the table 
May our hearts always be thankful 
For each gift that we receive 
One by one we count our blessings 
With our friends and family 

Thank you for the air we breathe 
Thank you for the food we eat 
Thank you for our families 
And thank you for your love

Thanksgiving Day has come and gone 
And Christmas is drawing near 
So we dress real warm and we pile in the van 
Just like we do each year 
We’re going to Sam’s, the Tree Man 
He lives down a long and a winding road 
We’re going to cut one down, tie it on the roof 
Turn around and go back home 

Yeah, we’re going to get our Xmas tree 
It’s a family tradition 
Thousands of trees to choose from 
So we inspect each ones condition 
Everyone wants to be the one 
To find that tree that’s chosen 
But if we wait until we all agree 
Our limbs will end up frozen 

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree 
Calm and gentle evergreen 
A symbol of good will and love 
But you make us mad and we act real mean 
We argue and we disagree 
Everyone wants a different tree 
How we going to solve this peacefully? 
Hot chocolate and diplomacy 

How about this one? 
It’s really great 
Are you kiddin? 
That’s way too tall 
There’s one over here 
It’s round and it’s full 
That’s a beauty but it’s kind of small 
I found it! 
This is the perfect tree 
It might be 
if the branches weren’t brown 
Hey, look over here, this tree is the one 
No way! That tree is falling down 

Chorus 

When we get it home and into the stand 

It really doesn’t look so great 
There’s a space over here, 
it’s leaning over there 
Maybe we made a mistake 
Then we begin to put the ornaments on 
Add the candles and the lights 
Put the angel on top, 
And the gifts underneath 
And our tree is marvelous sight 

Some people like their tree 
to be just so 
The perfect shape and size 
Each branch, straight, 
each needle the same 
And the ornaments -- synchronized 
The lights must be spaced symmetrically 
And at the top – a crystal star 
I’m amazed by trees 
that look like that 
But I’d rather have a tree like ours 

Chorus

It’s the Christmas play 
It’s the Christmas play 
Hope I don’t forget 
What I’m supposed to say 
Here we are at last - - 
Standing on the stage 
Singing in the Christmas play 

Yesterday at practice 
Things didn’t go that great 
Shepherds were fighting with the sheep 
And the wise men came in late 
And angels wings got broken 
Someone stepped on Joseph’s toes 
And the kid who sings “Good will to men” 
Went home with a bloody nose 

Teacher says “It’s a miracle!” 
She cried and then she laughed 
Our one hour dress rehearsal 
Took two hours and a half 
The microphone works - - sometimes 
The piano’s not in tune 
Rumor is first grade's got lice 
And the fourth grade's got the flu 

The kindergartners will be cute 
If they don’t trip on the stairs 
As tangled antlers twist and turn 
In restless reindeers hair 
Santa called to say he’s late 
He’s stuck in a traffic jam 
But we’re glad you’re here, it’s another year 
Singing in the Christmas play

Something’s been on my mind
I’m wondering how do you do it? 
Where do you find the time?
How do you visit every kid
In this great, big, wide old world
I’m wondering how do you do it?
Signed, your good friend, Earl

Dear Earl, Thank you for writing
Those are questions I’m often asked
And although I look old and rather round
I’m actually sort of fast
But it takes more than speed
To make it from Juneau to Japan
I can do it because you love me
And because you believe I can

Dear Santa I’m writing a letter 
There’s something I’d like to know 
Where do you live? Where do you work? 
Is there really a North Pole? 
How do you make all those toys 
And dolls and games and clothes? 
I’m wondering how do you do it? 
Signed, yours truly, Rose 

Dear Rose, I’m glad that you wrote to me 
Now I’m writing back to you 
I live and I work all over the world 
From the North Pole to Spain to Peru 
I have lots of help making the gifts 
But you’re also a part of the plan 
I can do it because you love me 
And because you believe I can 

Dear Santa I’m writing a letter 
There’s something I’d like to ask 
I know you work hard all year long 
Do you ever find time to relax? 
Make sure you take a vacation 
Play baseball or go for a swim 
And remember to take good care of yourself 
Signed, your best friend, Slim 

Dear Slim, I enjoyed your letter 
It was real nice of you to ask 
I do work hard but I play some too 
If you don’t time goes too fast! 
Next summer when you’re on vacation 
If you see a fat bearded man with a tan 
Remember that anything’s possible 
If you love and believe that you can

Let’s go caroling, Christmas caroling 
Let’s go singing songs of the season 
Call on the neighbors 
and bring them a song 
Let’s go caroling now

There’s a little bit of Scrooge in everyone 
A touch of Ebenezer underneath that grin 
There’s a little bit of Scrooge in everyone 
So open up the door and let him in 

Christmas is a happy time, a time for reverie 
A time for celebrating with friends and family 
A time for giving gifts, for sharing love and joy 
But it also is a time for getting grumpy and annoyed 

The days are short, the lines are long, 
I dont know what to get 
I was gonna shop early, I havent started yet 
The dinner party might be fun but I don’t want to go 
A white Christmas would be great without the snow 

(chorus) 

Lights and decorations appearing everywhere 
As songs of the season float through the air 
Boxes from the attic, memories of the past 
But it’s hard to enjoy it when you’re going so fast. 

We buy too much, we want too much, 
we eat too much too 
We throw stuff away just because it isn’t new 
We only want the latest, the biggest, and the best 
It’s no wonder that so many are lonely and depressed. 

(chorus) 

The ghost of Christmas past, recalls the deeds weve done 
I should’ves and I would’ves that cannot be undone 
Christmas yet to come Well it’s just a crystal ball 
It’s the present that’s our present it’s greatest gift of all 

So when youre feeling grouchy, when you’re feeling down 
Remember Ebenezer and the fortune that he found 
He bought that that prize turkey, and then gave it away 
He learned that life’s treasures are all within today. 

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In a small village way up in the mountains 
The snow falls so silent and white 
Children are drifting on ships made of dreams 
Their whole world is magic tonight 

Down in the city the bustling continues 
As last minute work’s being done 
Just one more present or one final call 
To reach out to one more loved one 

Christmas is coming, yes Christmas is coming 
It’s bringing us hope, turning darkness to light 
Christmas is coming all over the world 
Christmas is coming tonight 

In a large house that sits high on a hill 
A fireplace burns warm and bright 
Laughing and singing, exchanging fine gifts 
Their spirits are joyful and light 

In a third floor apartment a family of eight 
Hold each other to keep themselves warm 
They say a prayer thanking God for His gifts 
And ask Him to help them be strong 

In a home for the elders who don’t have a home 
An old man hums old Christmas tunes 
He smiles and remembers when he was a boy 
Reindeer flew right across the moon 

Just down the road in a hospital bed 
A child hears his mother’s first song 
She sings “Silent Night” and they feel the same light 
That was felt on that first Christmas morn

After waiting for so long 
Now the time has finally come 
And I lie here in the darkness 
Knowing I should close my eyes 
But I can’t, there’s too much excitement 
Too many sounds on this silent night 

What’s that? 
That’s the clock upon the wall 
Are those footsteps in the hall? 
Is that the sound of 
sleigh bells jingling? 
I think I hear the angels singing 
In the distance church bells are ringing 
Sounds of hope are everywhere tonight 

Quiet voices somewhere 
Something’s moving on the stairs 
But now my eyes are feeling heavy 
And the sounds are fading away 
Now I’m drifting like a snowflake 
To a quiet, quiet place, quiet place...

Gotta get going, gotta keep moving 

I’ve got miles to go before I sleep 

Gotta get going, gotta keep moving 

I’ve got places to go and promises to keep 


All year long we’re waiting 
For this special night to come 
We’re working and we’re planning 
There’s so much that must be done 
Making gifts, checking lists of addresses and names 
We load the sleigh – - We’re on our way 
It’s Christmas Eve again!! 

Each year things get hectic as the seasons roll around 
Days fly by like shooting stars 
Leaves fall to the ground 
Weeks just seem to disappear like snowmen in the sun 
Until that bright and magic night 
When time stands still again! 

Thanks for the milk and cookies 
They really tasted great 
I’d like to stay and visit but the hour is getting late 
Sometimes I’m like a candle 
Burning at both ends 
Then I look at you and it pulls me through 
I’m like a kid again

When you wake up Christmas morning 
Filled with love and hopes so high 
Remember what we celebrate 
Is the birth day of a child 

A baby born to parents 
Who were far away from home 
They were hungry, they were tired 
They were scared and all alone 
And then a light came shining 
And all their cares were gone 
For like every child that’s ever born 
He made their hearts a home 

Two thousand years have passed 
Since that first wondrous Christmas morn 
When the world was changed forevermore 
Cause a baby child was born 
And still that light keeps shining 
It has blessed us all today 
So like a child let’s live in peace 
And follow in His way

My name is Francis Tolliver. I come from Liverpool. 
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school. 
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here, 
I fought for King and country I love dear. 

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung. 
The frozen field of France were still, no Christmas song was sung. 
Our families back in England were toasting us that day, 
their brave and glorious lads so far away. 

I was lyin' with my mess-mates on the cold and rocky ground 
when across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound. 
Says I "Now listen up me boys", each soldier strained to hear 
as one young German voice sang out so clear. 

"He's singin' bloddy well you know", my partner says to me. 
Soon one by one each German voice joined in in harmony. 
The cannons rested silent. The gas cloud rolled no more 
as Christmas brought us respite from the war. 

As soon as they were finished a reverent pause was spent. 
'God rest ye merry, gentlemen' struck up some lads from Kent. 
The next they sang was 'Stille Nacht". "Tis 'Silent Night'" says I 
and in two toungues one song filled up that sky. 

"There's someone commin' towards us" the front-line sentry cried. 
All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side. 
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright 
as he bravely strode, unarmed, into the night. 

Then one by one on either side walked into no-mans-land 
with neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand. 
We shared some secret brandy and wished each other well 
and in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell. 

We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photgraphs from home 
these sons and fathers far away from families of their own. 
Young Sanders played his squeeze box and they had a violin 
this curious and unlikely band of men. 

Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more. 
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war. 
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night 
"whose family have I fixed within my sights?" 

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung. 
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung. 
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war 
had been crumbled and were gone for ever more. 

My name is Francis Tolliver. In Liverpool I dwell. 
Each Christmas come since World War One I've learned it's lessons well. 
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame’ 
and on each end of the rifle we're the same.

Moments of stillness 
Moments of Peace 
Call us to remember 
The star in the east 
Shining so brightly 
All through the night 
Calming our fears 
In this season of light 

Watching in wonder 
Giving in Hope 
Waiting for the child 
To welcome us home 
Rest for the weary 
All through the night 
Joy in our hearts 
It’s the season of light

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