Melody Time Page #5
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Can 't you hear that cheering crowd?
You have made your daddy proud
You are now a big toot, Little Toot
Yes, you're now
a great big toot, Little Toot!
There's poetry in trees.
Then one day a poet found it.
Then a music master
wove around it a melody.
An artist touched it, gave it form
in colours rich and warm.
Now we bring to you these three,
poem, picture, melody.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
is pressed
Against the earth 's
sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made
By fools like me
But only God
Can make a tree
With the intoxicating rhythm
of the samba,
we serve up a musical cocktail
with true Latin American flavour.
If three boisterous
birds of a feather
fall under the influence
of this tropical tempo,
don't blame them,
blame it on the rhythm of the samba.
If your spirits have hit a new low
And they long to hit a new high
Will lift them to the sky
Mix a jigger of rhythm
With the strain of a few guitars
Add a dash of the samba
And a few melodious bars
And then,,,
And then,,,
You take a spark of bossa
One fandero
Take a wiggle
You've got the fascinating rhythm
of the samba
And if guitars are strumming
Birds are humming
Drums are drumming
Then blame it on the samba
It's the beat you cling to
The type of song you sing to
The kind of thing you swing to
With the beat in your feet
When you're bouncing
to the beat you're reeling
With the carioca feeling
But if you want to hit the ceiling
Here is all you have to do
You take a spark of bossa
One fandero
Take a wiggle
You've got the fascinating rhythm
of the samba
Here's a tall tale, just the way
the old timers used to tell them.
Pecos Bill was the roughest, toughest
shootingest cowpoke that ever lived.
is bound to be strong medicine.
Maybe it's best
to sashay into it gently.
Shades of night are falling
As the wind begins to sigh
And the world is silhouetted
Against the sky
Blue shadows on the trail
Blue moon shining through the trees
And the plaintive wail
from the distance
Comes a-drifting
On the evening breeze
Move along, blue shadows!
Move along!
Soon the dawn will come
And you'll be on your way
But until the darkness
sheds its veil
There'll be blue shadows
On the trail
Move along, blue shadows
Move along
Move along
Soon the dawn will come
And you'll be on your way
On your way
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