Los esqueletos
Lyrics – Spanish (Costa Rican folk song) 1. Cuando el reloj marca la unaLos esqueletos salen de su tumba,Tumba, tumba, tumba, baTumba, tumba, tumba, ba 2. Cuando el reloj marca las dosDos esqueletos comen arrozTumba… 3. Cuando el reloj marca ...
Sweetheart Out A-Hunting
Lyrics (Folk song) 1. Sweetheart out a-hunting on a long summer day,Sweetheart out a-hunting on a long summer day. RefrainSwing Eliza, swing her, on a long summer day,Swing Eliza, swing her, on a long summer day. 2. Where will he ...
Skin and Bones
Lyrics (Folk song) 1. There was an old woman all skin and bones,Ooooooh 2. She lived down by the old graveyard… 3. One night she thought she’d take a walk… 4. She walked down by the old graveyard… 5. She ...
Chickamy Chickamy Craney Crow
Lyrics (Folk song) Chickamy chickamy craney crow,I went to the well to wash my toe,(spoken)When I got back, my chickens were goneWhat time is it, old witch? Recorder Notes G, A, C See also Subject: Halloween Activity: game Harmony: chords I & ...
A Song of Bread
Lyrics (German folk tune, Homer H. Harbour, publ. 1921) Sing a song of golden wheat, golden wheat, golden wheat,Sing a song of golden wheat by the breeze blown.Birds are there, bees are there,Butterflies in the air,Sing a song of golden ...
Journey of the Leaves
Lyrics (German folk tune, Lyrics by Homer H. Harbour, publ. 1921) “Come away,” sang the river to the leaves on a tree,“Let me take you a journey if the world you would see.” So the leaves, gently falling from the ...
Come Little Leaves
Lyrics (Melody by Margaret P. Osgood, Lyrics by George Cooper, publ. 1915) “Come little leaves,” said the wind one day,“Come o’er the meadows with me and play,Put on your dresses of red and goldFor summer is gone and the days ...
Autumn Song (Gatty)
Lyrics (Alfred S. Getty, publ. 1916) Oh little bird upon the tree,What will you sing today?Now spring has gone and summer gone,And swallows flown away,Full of regrets your song will be,A sad and mournful lay. That little bird upon the ...
Autumn Song (Irwin)
Lyrics (Bohemian folk song, John Irwin, publ. 1921) From the boughs o’erheadThe leaves are floating down;Some are flaming red,And some are withered brown,Slow they flutter through the air,And sailing, spinning,Sinking to the ground,Lie scattered everywhere. Some fall in the street,And ...
Apple Tree
Lyrics (French folk song) Come shake the apple tree,Tra la la, tra la la,Shake it right merrily,Apples are ripe, you see.Tra la la la,Apples are ripe, you see. Apples enough for all,Tra la la, tra la la,Growing in branches tall,Pattering ...
