Melody Time Page #3

And so it was, from that time on,

every varmint was a friend to John.

They surely was.

The Lord is good to me

And so I thank the Lord

For giving me the things I need

The sun and rain and apple seed

Yes, he is good to me

As time went by,

Johnny kept planting his apple trees

and making friends everywhere.

His best friends were the pioneers,

for he was planting more than trees.

He was planting

his own boundless faith and courage.

That gave folks new heart,

new hope in the job they had to do.

As more pioneers came

to push back the forest,

the kindly deeds

of Johnny Appleseed

spread throughout the land.

More than once, with a good jubilee,

folks would honour

Johnny Appleseed

and the fruit of the apple tree.

Come out to the right of the ring.

Inside arch.

Ain't gonna rain, got no thunder.

First and third, follow swing.

Come out of the ring.

I'll swing yours and you swing mine.

I'll swing my girl.

Go straight to a do-si-do

kicking out dough.

A little bit of roll, home we go.

If John was passing, he'd mosey over

and look in on the doings.

It tickled him how the fruit of

his labours brought folks together.

Now, duck for the apple.

Thank you, son. Apple core!

Bite that apple to the core.

Ready now.

Men left with the left hand.

Back to your partner

Whirl them right, whirl them wrong,

right then left. Apple core!

Look at the pretty girl's eye

once more.

Come and get it! The table's set!

It's all waiting to be ate.

Come and get it!

- Apple pickle.

- Mighty tasty.

- Apple butter.

- Apple pastry.

- Apple dumplings.

- Like some apple sass?

Johnny brought folks

a heap of happiness.

He wasn't looking for thanks.

Didn't have time for it.

He knowed a man can't rest

if he aims to plant the wilderness

in apple trees.

So for more than 40 years,John

walked and planted that old frontier.

40 years of walking and planting.

In that space of two score year,

this little man throwed his shadow

clear across the land,

across 1 00,000 miles square.

In that shadow everywhere,

he left his blessings three.

God and faith

And the apple tree

For sleeping,

you take the cake. Get up.

- We've a long trip to make.

- Why, Mr Angel, howdy do?

- I'm fine. And how be you?

- I'm fine.Just feeling...

Who's that, sleeping in the dusk?

- That's just your mortal husk.

- My husk?

You mean to say I'm...

I'm passed away?

I just can't go!

Got crops to harvest, seeds to sow.

Now, now, now, hold on, boy!

Down here on earth,

your work is through.

But yonder, well,

we need you,Johnny.

Yep, we sure do.

You think we have

most all we please, but we ain't.

We're kind of short on apple trees.

Well, I swan!

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