Walk, Shepherdess, Walk
Walk, shepherdess, walk,
And I'll walk too,
To find the ram with the ebony horn,
And the gold-footed ewe.
The lamb with fleece of silver,
Like summer sea foam,
The wether with the crystal bell
That leads them all home.
So walk, shepherdess, walk,
And I'll walk too,
And if we never find them,
I sha'n't mind, shall you?
Wee Baby Moon
There's a wee baby moon lying on his back
With his little silvery toes in the air,
And he's all by himself in the deep blue sky,
But the wee baby moon doesn't care.
There's a wee baby bear lying on her back
With her little furry paws in the air,
And she's all by herself on the forest floor,
But the wee baby bear doesn't care.
Where Go the Boats (Region IV Song)
words by Robert Louis Stevenson
Dark brown is the river, and golden is the sand,
It flows along forever, with trees on either hand,
Green leaves a-floating like castles on the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating, where will all come home.
On goes the river, and out past the mill,
Away down the valley, away down the hill,
Away down the river, a hundred miles or more,
Other little children will bring my boats ashore.
Why Was I Born a Wanderer
Why was I born a wanderer, why was I made this way?
Why am I not content to be where people are meant to stay?
I just can't stand the city, give me the mountains high,
Give me a place where people can rest and learn to live from the sky.
I'll always be a wanderer until the day I die,
So bury this wandering soul of mine beneath God's clear blue sky.
Witchcraft
If there were witchcraft, I'd make two wishes,
A winding trail that beckons me to roam,
And then I'd wish for a blazing campfire
To welcome me when I'm returning home.
But in this real world there is no witchcraft,
And golden wishes do not grow on trees,
Our fondest daydreams must be the magic
To welcome back these happy memories.
Memories that linger, constant and true,
Memories we cherish, Chalk Hills of you.
Wisdom
by Flow
Chorus:
There's wisdom in this river,
There's laughter in this land,
There's music 'round the campfire,
Love it while you can. (2 times)
The people here have changed me,
They've touched my very soul,
And when we are together
I feel much more than whole. Chorus
Can you watch a heron
And not be pulled to flight,
Can you not find answers
In the dancing Northern Lights? Chorus
When winter snow surrounds me
And I feel all alone
I think back to this time and place,
I bring myself back home. Chorus
We've had the chance to prove ourselves,
We've done it with such pride,
We come back looking quite the same
Yet different deep inside.
Chorus:
There is freedom in these waters,
Friendship on this land,
There's music in each heart and soul,
Love it while you can,
Wood-Child
I'll hie me in the morning When the song hawk's on wing,
I'll scan the skies warning For the soft signs of spring.
Come all ye town-folk with cheek, wan, and pale,
For I am the wood-child, and I seek the green trail.
The wind whistles moaning across the tall grass
The tree tops intoning as the west wind rides past
Come all ye town-folk with cheek, wan, and pale,
For I am the wood-child, and I found the green trail.
The bell-bird is chiming way out in the dell,
The flicker is rhyming, his glad news to tell.
Come all ye town-folk with cheek, wan, and pale,
For I am the wood-child, and follow the trail.
Waddle-ee-ocha
Waddle-ee-ocha, waddle-ee-ocha,
Doodle-ee-doo, doodle-ee-doo,
Waddle-ee-ocha, waddle-ee-ocha,
Doodle-ee-doo, doodle-ee-doo!
It's the simplest song, there ain't much to it,
All you've got to do is doodle-ee-doo it,
I like the rest but the part I like best
It goes: doodle-ee-doodle-ee-doo!
