Beth Thompson

The Little Drummer

Lyrics (Folk song) 1. If I could play in a big brass bandI would play on the big bass drum. 2. And every time that the band would play,You would hear it go “boom boom boom!” See also Subject: drums ...

Blow Your Trumpet Gabriel

Lyrics (African American Spiritual) 1. The tallest tree in paradise, the Christian calls the tree of life.And I hope that trump’ might blow me home to the new Jerusalem. RefrainBlow your trumpet, Gabriel!Blow louder, louder,And I hope that trump’ might ...

Bell Horses

Lyrics (Folk song) Bell horses, bell horses, what’s the time of day?One o’clock, two o’clock, Time to away. Game You could use a hobby horse (with a stick), but it is not required. Children are in a circle formation.One child ...

Good Morning, Merry Sunshine

Lyrics (Folk song) 1. Good morning, merry sunshine, How did you wake so soon?You’ve scared the little stars away and shined away the moon.I saw you go to sleep last night before I ceased my playing.How did you get way ...

The Golden Sun

Lyrics (Johann Strauss) 1. The golden sun sinks in the west, the mountain tops retain his beams;The parent bird flies to her nest, The firefly through the valley streams.The whippoorwill begins his lay, And rosy twilight paints the sky,While creeping ...

Bluebells

Version 1 Lyrics (Folk song) Bluebells, cockle shells,Eevie eivie over,Bluebells, cockle shells,Eevie eivie over. Movement In partners, students stand facing each other, holding both hands. They swing arms in time to the music and, on each “eevie eivie over” they ...

All Around the Buttercup

Lyrics (Folk song) All around the buttercup, one two three.If you want to find a friend, just choose me. Game Students stand in a circle. One student who is “It” walks around the inside of the circle in one direction ...

King of France

Lyrics (Folk song) 1. The king of France with forty thousand men Marched up the hill and then marched back again.2. The king of France with forty thousand men Gave salute and then marched back again.3. …Beat their drums and ...

Marching Game

Lyrics (Folk song) Let your feet tramp! tramp!Let your hands clap! clap!As each one makes a bow.Tra la la la la la la la la laLa la la la la la la la la la la la la.Tra la la ...

The Springtime

Lyrics (Alfred S. Gatty, 1847-1918) 1. The hyacinth and daffodil are shining in the bed;Untouched upon the window sill, the robin leaves his bread.Soft breezes o’er the common blow, the copses bud again.The streams are flushed with melting snow and ...
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