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Singer 1: Melody time

melody time

singer 2: Melody time

it's time to swing along

to a happy land of song

where love is the theme

melody time

it's time for sweet romance

won't you give your heart a chance

-singer 2: Tojoin in and sing -singer 1: Join in and sing

take a tip from the birds

-singer 2: You don't need words -singer 1: No words

for music has charm

it's the language of love

when your love's in your arms

rhythm and rhyme

sure help a heart along

so come on and sing a song

-singer 2: It's melody time -singer 1: It's melody time

Singer: It's melody time

yes, it's melody time. Time to hitch your wagon to a song.

'Cause a song's the one and only thing

that'll take you over the rainbow to the land where music is king.

So, come on and join in the fun.

There's something here for everyone.

You'll find rhythm and romance, reason and rhyme, something ridiculous...

Something sublime

you can't go wrong if you swing along

with melody, Harmony, come to the jubilee

it's melody time

Narrator: A memory of wintertime long ago,

of clear crisp air, of new fallen snow,

of an etching of frost on a window pane.

An echo of sleigh bells heard from the Lane.

Here in this wonderland, romance is the theme.

For this is a story of love's young dream.

Singer: Don't you kind of love December?

When the merry snow bells chime?

We 're together

once upon a wintertime

Every single snowflake falling

plays a jingle down your spine

lovely weather

once upon a wintertime

On the frozen pond folks are swaying

sweetheart, who cares?

We 7! Have more fun sleighing

behind two Chestnut mares

when we say goodbye, December

merry bells no longer chime

we 7! Remember

once upon a wintertime

- Don't you kinda love December? - Don't you kinda love December?

-When the merry snow bells chime -when the merry snow bells chime

-we're together once upon a wintertime -we're together once upon a wintertime

every single snowflake falling

-plays a jingle down your spine -ding-dong, ding-dong

here we are together lovely weather

-once upon a wintertime -jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells

jingle all the way

on the frozen pond folks are swaying

sweetheart, who cares?

We 7! Have more fun sleighing

behind two Chestnut mares

-when we say goodbye, December -when we say goodbye, December

merry bells no longer chime

-we'll remember once upon a wintertime -we'll remember once upon a wintertime

-remember December -remember December

-once upon a wintertime -once upon a wintertime

Singer: On the frozen pond folks are swaying

sweetheart, who cares?

We'll have more fun sleighing

Behind two Chestnut mares

when we say goodbye, December

merry bells no longer chime

we 7! Remember

once upon a

wintertime

-once upon a wintertime -once upon a wintertime

Narrator: Freddy Martin, an ardent admirer of the classics,

inspired by rimsky-korsakov's flight of the Bumblebee,

has chosen to interpret this lively fantasy in his own unique style.

In a flight that is fast and furious,

a confused little character tries desperately to escape

from the hectic Harmony of an instrumental nightmare.

Narrator: On the pages of American folklore,

a legion of mighty men have left the symbols of their greatness.

There was Paul bunyan's axe.

John Henry's hammer.

Davy Crockett's rifle.

And then, quite unexpectedly, one comes upon a tin pot hat,

a bag of apple seed, and a holy book.

And strangely enough,

these are the symbols of one of the mightiest men of all.

John Chapman, a real life pioneer.

With the passing years however, reality has given way to legend.

Until today, we know this remarkable man

simply as Johnny appleseed.

This is his story.

Told by an old settler who knew Johnny well.

Listen.

Man: Well, sir, every time I see an apple blossom sky,

I think of Johnny appleseed.

'Cause of course them clouds up there, ain't really clouds at all.

No, sir.

Aw, shucks, there wouldn't be no apple blossom sky

if it weren't for the fact that Johnny...

But now hold on, here.

Guess I better start back to the beginning.

That's when Johnny lived on a farm, near Pittsburgh town.

The year was 1806, or maybe there around.

Now, just to look at him, you'd say Johnny appleseed

never would make a pioneer.

He was such a sawed-off scrawny little fella.

Of course, that didn't phase Johnny none.

Shucks, he had his apple trees in the morning sun

and the evening breeze.

The lord is good to me

and so I thank the lord

for giving me the things I need

the sun and rain and an apple seed

yes, he's been good to me

I owe the lord so much

for everything I see

I'm certain if it weren't for him

there 'd be no apples on this limb

he's been good to me

oh, here am I 'neath the blue, blue sky

doing as I please

singing with my feathered friends

humming with the bees

I wake up every day

as happy as can be

because I know that with his care

my apple trees they will still be there

oh, the lord is good to me

Man: Working, singing, carefree and gay.

That's how Johnny spent each day.

Attending to his apple trees.

But lately, little Johnny here would feel a stir in the air.

A rumbling, rolling underbeat of restless men with restless feet.

Singers: Rolling west there's plenty of room for you

get on the wagon rolling west out to the great unknown

get on the wagon rolling west or you'll be left alone

we've made a home before we 're starting out again

we ain't afeared of man or beast we 're strong-hearted men

so, get on the wagon rolling west seeking a land that's new

get on the wagon rolling west there's plenty of room for you

get on the wagon rolling west out to the great unknown

get on the wagon rolling west or you'll be left alone

the rivers may be wide the mountains may be tall

but nothing stops the pioneer we 're trail-blazers all

get on the wagon rolling west out to the great unknown

get on the wagon rolling west or...

Singers: You'll be left alone

you'll be left alone

man: Poor Johnny.

He weren't no pioneer and he knowed it.

It was all just pretend.

And them folks going west to build this nation sure made picking apples

look like a plum useless occupation.

Well, sir, that's when a miracle happened.

Male voice: "Well, what's holding you, Johnny?"

Man: Says a voice.

Male voice: Go on. Go on out west, if that's your choice.

Man: Well, sir, it was an angel.

Johnny's own private guardian angel.

Might look mighty queersome to you and me.

But, you know, that's just the way John figured he'd be.

Well, speak up, boy.

Don't stand there gawkin'. Unlock yourjaw and get to talkin'.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Why don't I go west?

'Cause I ain't got the muscle.

Or the breadth of chest.

Out there, it's the strong men who survive.

I'm about the puniest feller alive.

Shame to you, Johnny.

You got faith, and courage, and a level head.

But shucks, you see, sir.

All I know is apple trees.

And what's wrong with apples, if you please?

Ain't they about the finest fruit in all the land?

Why, shoot, man. They take the cake.

Just think, Johnny, of all the things that apples make.

There's apple pickles.

Oh, so tasty apple tarts, and apple pastry

apple dumplings not to mention...

- Apple sauce? - Yes.

And there's apple fritters light as thistle

and for folks to wet their whistle

tangy apple cider in a glass

stew 'em, fry 'em boil 'em, bake 'em

- apple pie and apple cake 'em. - Yeah!

You can cook 'em anyway

there's apple this and apple that the recipes'd fill your hat

why I could carry on like this all day!

So, pack your stuff and get a-goin'

get them apple trees a-growin'

there's a lot of work out there to do

both: There's a lot of work to do

yes, sir! I mean, no sir. You see, sir...

I ain't got the traps or the gear.

Or none of the things I'll need out there.

You ain't got the...

Dadgummit, boy. I'm ashamed of you!

You got the stuff to see you through.

Why, you got all the seeds you're needing.

And for pretty darn good reading,

there ain't nothing finer than your book.

Here's a mighty handy bonnet.

Even got a handle on it.

Turn it upside down and you can cook.

So, come on, son and get a-goin'

get them apple trees a-growin'

there's a lot of work out there to do

'cause there's a lot of work to do

man: Well, sir, that's how it all began.

That's how Johnny all alone set out to meet the great unknown.

It was a mighty big and fearsome place

for a man to face.

A little man and all alone.

Without no knife, without no gun.

And though the forest is dark and wide,

with fearsome critters on every side,

Johnny just kept walking on.

Walked until at last he found a little spot of open ground.

With fertile soil and warmsome breeze.

A likely place for apple trees.

Now the varmints here, they couldn't know

if John was friend or John was foe.

So, some took off in sudden flight.

And some got set to claw and bite.

But if Johnny seen 'em, he paid no heed.

Just got busy planting apple seed.

Now them varmints come from everywhere.

To watch that man a-diggin' there.

Didn't like what they were seeing.

Didn't trust no human being.

Yep, that ornery human had to go.

But who was a-gonna tell him so?

Well, not a soul could answer that.

Till here come along a black and white cat.

Now he weren't too bright, but he didn't much care.

He knowed he had a certain air about him.

Well, sir, that done it.

The critters ne'er seen the beat of that.

The likes of a human liking that cat.

Why shucks, this little man had went and busted every precedent.

He was the very first to come.

Without no knife, without no gun.

And so it was, from that time on,

every last living 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 an apple seed

yes, he's been good to me

Man: Well, as time went by,

Johnny kept right on planting his apple trees.

And making friends everywhere.

And his best friends was the pioneers.

For of course, John was planting more than an apple tree.

He was planting his own boundless faith and courage, too.

And that give folks new heart.

New hope in the job they had to do.

And as more and more pioneers come to push back the forest,

the kindly deeds of little Johnny appleseed

spread throughout the land.

And more than once, with a good old-fashioned jubilee,

folks would honor Johnny appleseed.

And the fruit of the apple tree.

Come right out to the right of the ring inside arch and outside under

it ain't gonna rain without no thunder

first and third, balance, swing

come right out to the right of the ring buckle up four with eight hands round

I'll swing yours, you swing mine I 7! Swing my girl, half time

when you're straight to a do-si-do

chicken in the bread pan kickin' out dough

big pig rootin' up a little tater row one more change and home you go

Now sometimes, if John was a-passin' by,

he'd mosy over and kind of look in on the doings.

'Cause it sure tickled him to see how the fruit of his labors

brought all kinds of folks together and made 'em good neighbors.

Now duck for the apple, four in a row, thank you, son, corners go!

Apple core, Baltimore bite that apple to the core

Ready now!

Alamade left with the old left hand back to your partner right and left,

whirl 'em right, whirl 'em wrong

straighten 'em out, trot 'em along right and left, four in a row

second couple on the corner go apple core

-Baltimore -gent and a pretty girl try once more

Woman: Come and get it! The dinner's on, the table's set.

It's all waiting to be ate. Come and get it!

- Aplple pickles. - Mighty tasty!

- Apple butter. - Apple pastry.

- Apple dumplings. - How'd you like some apple sauce?

Yes, ma'am.

Man: Yep, Johnny did bring folks a heap of happiness.

Shucks, he weren't looking for thanks. Didn't have time for it.

He knowed a man can't take no rest,

if he aims to plant the whole darn wilderness in apple trees.

And so it was, for more than 40 years,

John walked and planted that old frontier.

Yes, sir. Forty years of walking and planting.

And in that space of two score years, this little man,

he throwed his shadow clear across the land.

Across 100,000 miles square.

And in that shadow everywhere,

you'll find he left his blessings three.

-Singer 1: Love and faith -singer 2: Love and faith

-and the apple tree -and the apple tree

boy, for sleeping, you take the cake.

Come on, get up!

We got a iongsome trip to make.

Oh, why, Mr. Angel, how'd you do?

Angel: I'm fine. And how be you?

I'm fine, just feeling...

Who's that sleeping in the evening dusk?

Why, that's just your husk, John, your mortal husk.

My husk?

You mean to say... I'm passed away?

Dagnabit, angel! I just can't go.

Got crops to harvest, seeds to sow.

Now, now, now, hold oh, boy.

Down here on earth, your work is through.

Butyondeh" well, we need you, Johnny.

Yep, we sure do.

You think we have most all we please.

But we ain't.

We're kinda short on apple trees.

Well, I swan!

I didn't know.

What are we waiting for? Come on, let's go!

We 're wasting time let's get a-goin'

get them apple trees a-growin'

there's a lot of work up there to do

oh, there's a lot of work to do

man: Well, sir, now you know the reason why

wheneverl see that certain sky I think of little John.

'Cause it's like I said, if you recall,

them clouds ain't really clouds at all.

They're apple blossoms, if you please.

From John's heavenly orchard of apple trees.

Someday there 'il be apples there

for everyone in the world to share

Johnny: The lord is good to me

Narrator: There's drama, there's excitement,

and there's Harmony for three

in this story of adventure on the sea.

Now, featured in this epic, is a ship of proud design.

No, it's not this ocean liner.

We take a different line.

So, with a huff and a puff and a chug, chug, chug.

And a perky little hoot.

We introduce our hero, the tugboat little toot.

Singer: Little toot was just a tug

Just a happy harbor tug

and he came from a line of tugboats fine and grey

but it seems that little toot

Simply didn't give a hoot

Though he tried to be good he never could behave

chug-a-chug-a-chug, heave ho, my lad

I'm a big toot just like my dad

pull big boats with the ol' heave ho

And away we go!

Chug-a-chug chug-a-chug chug chug

chug-a-chug chug-a-chug chug chug

whooo!

Singer: He made the ocean liners wait

while he made a figure eight

with the greatest of ease he cut through the seas

and slide

but he went too far one day when he slid in big toot's way

and it wasn't a joke for it nearly broke big toot's pride

Singer: Won't you ever grow up little toot

won't you ever grow up little toot

Singer: When there's work to be done all you think of is fun

won't you ever grow up little toot!

Oh, little toot had quite a scare

he decided then and there

that he'd try to be good

as good as he could be -

Singer: So, when his dad came puffin' slow

with a mighty ship in tow

little toot went to help him take it out to sea

chug-a-chug-a-chug heave ho, my lad

I'm a big toot just like my dad

push big boats with the ol' heave ho

and away we go

chug-a-chug chug chug chug-a-chug chug chug

chug-a-chug chug chug

Singer: Won't you ever grow up

little toot

Singer: Won't you ever grow up

little toot

when you get into trouble

you get into it double

won't you ever grow up

little toot

what a shame, what a shame

you've disgraced your father's name

won't you ever grow up

little toot

Bad boy.

Bad boy.

Shame.

Shame.

Too bad.

Too bad.

Singer: He was drifting all around

when a storm came crashing down

in the billowing sea he tossed and tossed and tossed

and his heart was filled with fear for he knew the rocks were near

with the waves in pursuit little toot knew all was lost

then he saw a rocket's flare come a-bursting in the air

and he suddenly knew that he must do or die

for a ship was in distress and as he puffed an sos

he raced to the rescue of the ship nearby

Try, try, try!

Do or die, do or die do or die, do or die!

Singer: Well, it seems you've grown up little toot

toot, toot

you're a brave you're a brave, brave little toot

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

Narrator: There's poetry in trees they say.

And, well, one day a poet found it.

Then a music master wove around it, melody.

An artist touched it.

Gave it form in colors rich and warm.

Now we bring to you these three...

Poem, picture, melody.

A simple tribute to a tree.

Singers: I think that I shall never see

a poem lovely as a tree

a tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

against the earth 's

sweet flowing breast

a tree that looks

at god all day

and lifts her leafy arms

to pray

Singer: 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

Narrator: To the intoxicating rhythm of the samba,

a talented miss serves up a musical cocktail

with a true Latin American flavor.

So, if three boisterous birds of a feather

fall under the influence of this torrid tropical tempo,

don't blame them.

Blame it on the rhythm of the samba.

Singer: Lfyour spirits have hit a new low

and they long to hit a new high

One little musical cocktail

will lift them to the sky

Mix a jigger of rhythm

with a strain of a few guitars

Add a dash of the samba

And a few melodious bars

and then, and then -

You take a small cabaca

one pandeiro

take a cuica

you've got the fascinating rhythm of the samba

and the guitars are strumming

birds are humming

Drums are drumming

then you can blame it on the rhythm of the samba

for there is something 'bout the beat you cling to

not the type of song you sing to

But the kind of thing you swing to

when you get to bouncing with the beat in your feet

for 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 small cabaca

one pandeiro

take a cuica

you got the fascinating rhythm of the samba

Narrator: Here's a tall tale straight from the Chuck wagon.

Just the way the old-timers used to tell it.

Accordin' to them, pecos bill was the roughest, toughest,

rootinest, tootinest, shootinest cowpoke that ever lived.

Well, any story about old pecos is bound to be right strong medicine,

so maybe it's best to sashay into it kinda gentle like.

Singer: Shades of night are fallin'

as the wind begins to sigh

and the world is silhouetted

'gainst the sky -

-Singer 1: Blue shadows -singer 2: Blue shadows

-on the trail -on the trail

-blue moon -blue moon

-shinin' through the trees -shinin' through the trees

-and the plaintive wail -and the plaintive wail

-from the distance -from the distance

-Comes a driftin' -comes a driftin'

-on the evenin' breeze -on the evenin' breeze

-move along blue shadows -move along blue shadows

-move along -move along

-soon the dawn will come -soon the dawn will come

-and you'll be on your way -and you'll be on your way

-but until the darkness -but until the darkness

-sheds its veil -sheds its veil

-there'll be blue shadows -there'll be blue shadows

-on the trail -on the trail

-Singer 1: Move along -singer 2: Move along, blue shadows

-move along -move along, move along

soon the dawn will come

and you'll be on your way

on your way

but until the darkness

sheds its veil

there'll be blue shadows

on the trail

shadows on the trail

- Uncle Roy? - Yes, honey.

What makes the wolves howl like that?

Wolves? Those are coyotes, aren't they?

They're coyotes. Bobby's right. They always howl when the moon's bright.

Why?

Well, that's quite a story.

- Cowboys in it? - Yes, siree.

- Indians too? - I could throw in two or three,

but mostly this story's about pecos bill.

Pecos bill?

- Who's he? - What?

- Never heard of pecos bill? - Imagine that!

I thought everybody knowed pecos.

Bobby, I'm surprised at you. Bill was the world's greatest buckaroo.

He was the roughest, toughest critter never known to be a quitter

'cause he never had no fear for man or beast

yep, that there pecos bill was...

Easy, trigger. I'm not forgettin' bill's horse.

Shucks, I couldn't forget widow-maker.

Widow-maker?

That's a funny name.

- The horse earned it, just the same. - He was a killer.

- Dynamite on the hoof. - Widow-maker was bill's best pal.

Until along came that beautiful prairie gal.

- Ah, shucks, a woman in the story. - But what a woman!

She was fresh as the dew

on a prairie Rose

a true thoroughbred

from her head to her toes

that there was slue-foot sue

sweet sue

slue-foot sue. I'd rather hear about the coyotes.

Uncle Roy, you started to say...

Why the coyotes howl at the moon that way?

You're right, honey, but it all fits together.

Can't tell one without the other.

Because the story of bill and that slue-foot gal

is a story of coyotes and why they howl.

I'm gettin' down to the details right now.

Now, here on the map of the old us,

completely surrounded by wilderness, lies Texas.

- Man 1: Amen. - Roy: There's other states around.

- Man 1: Wyoming. - Man 2: Milwaukee.

- And long island sound. - Roy: Right!

Down Texas way, a river flows.

Where it comes from, nobody knows.

Where it's a-goin', don't no one care.

Just doggone glad it's a-leavin' there.

Man 3: That there is the pecos river.

- Roy: She was pure alkali. - Man 2: Just naturally mean water.

Man 1: Why, the buzzards won't even touch it.

Roy: Into this fertile garden spot, once there come a prairie cart.

There was ma and pa and 16 brats.

- Four hound dogs. - Man 1: And a couple of cats.

Roy: All a-goin' west, a-lookin' for elbow room.

Man 3: Sure could use some of the same.

Roy: Crossin' the pecos riverbed,

somethin' fell out and lit on his head.

Folks didn't even know he was gone.

Oi' wagon just kept rollin' along.

- Yep, it was bill. - Man 2: Poor little critter.

Man 3: Homeless as a poker chip.

-Singer 1: Along came night -singer 2: Along came night

-and a prairie moon -and a prairie moon

-ol' ma coyote hurryin' home -ol' ma coyote hurryin' home

-she was due for a shock -she was due for a shock

-at her journey's end -at her journey's end

Roy: For the stork had delivered a dividend.

- Plum unusual! - Man 2: Yep!

It never happened before. Probably one of them newfangled models.

-Bill looked up and then he grinned -bill looked up and then he grinned

man 1: Shucks.

-Ma's ol' heart just plum caved in -ma's ol' heart just plum caved in

-bill seen right off that he needn't fear -bill seen right off that he needn't fear

-he'd staked himself a claim right here -he'd staked himself a claim right here

man 2: Headed straight or that ol' chuckwagon.

Yep, ol' bill was hungrier than a woodpecker with a headache.

Roy: So, what followed as a natural fact,

that bill growed up with that coyote pack.

He soon become the main top hand.

In a way they all could understand.

But little bill, he couldn't rest,

till he proved himself the a-1 best.

So, he studied the other varmints too.

Then, showed 'em all a trick or two.

Man 3: Outloped the antelope.

Man 1: Outjumped the Jack rabbit.

Man 4: Yeah, bill even outhissed the rattlesnake.

-Singer 1: Then one day -singer 2: Then one day

-cross the burnin' sand -cross the burnin' sand

-a stranger come -a stranger come

-to the pecos land -to the pecos land

-the usual committee was there today -the usual committee was there today

-to welcome their guest -to welcome their guest

-in the usual way -in the usual way

Roy: Now, 50 to one weren't no fair fight.

But one plus bill made it just about right.

Well, it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

From that time on, them two stuck together.

Like warts on a toad, like birds of a feather.

When bill growed up, it was natural of course,

he'd choose a career to suit him and his horse.

Man 3: Yep, bill became a rootin', tootin' cowboy!

- Yahoo! - Yahoo!

Oh, pecos bill was quite a cowboy down in Texas

and the western Superman to say the least

he was the roughest, toughest critter

never known to be a quitter

'cause he never had no fear of man or beast

So yippee-yi-yay yi-yay yippee-yi-yo

for the toughest critter west of the alamo

once he roped a raging cyclone out of nowhere

then he straddled it and settled down with ease

and while that cyclone bucked and flitted

pecos rolled a smoke and lit it

and he tamed that ornery wind down to a breeze

so yippee-yi-yay -

- Yippee-yi-yo -

Once there was a drought that spread all over Texas

so, to sunny californy he did go

and though the gag is kinda corny he brought rain from californy

that's the way we got the Gulf of Mexico

so yippee-yi-yay yi-yay yippee-yi-yo

for the toughest critter west of the alamo

Once a band of rustlers stole a herd of cattle

but they didn't know the herd they stole was bill's

and when he caught them crooked villains

pecos knocked out all their fillings

that's the reason why there's gold in them thar hills

so yippee-yi-yay yi-yay yippee-yi-yo yi-yo

for the toughest critter west of the alamo

oh, pecos lost his way

-while travellin' on the desert -water

it was 90 miles across the burnin' sand

water

he knew he'd never reach the border

water

-if he didn't get some water -water

So, he got a stick and dug the rio grande

While a tribe of painted Indians did a war dance

pecos started shootin' up their little game

he gave them redskins such a shake up

that they jumped out from their make-up

that's the way the painted desert got its name

so yippee-yi-yay yi-yo

for the toughest critter west of the alamo

while reclinin' on a cloud high over Texas

with his gun he made the stars evaporate

then pecos saw the stars declinin' so he left one brightly shinin'

as the emblem of the lone star Texas state

so yippee-yi-yay yi-yay yippee-yi-yo

Roy: Yep, them was happy days for bill and that horse.

Man 3: Looked like nothin' could ever come between 'em.

Man 2: Then it happened.

Roy: Now, bill was happy that fateful day.

Killin' some time in his carefree way.

Inventin' a one-man rodeo.

A-buttin' heads with the buffalo.

Poor bill.

Man 3: Happy as a hog in a turnip patch.

Roy: And then...

Oi' man fate started dealin' from the bottom of the deck.

For down the stream come slue-foot sue,

with all her charms revealed to view.

Looked like somethin' from out in a dream.

First female woman bill's ever seen.

- She was strange. - Man 1: Unusual!

Man 3: Yeah, but powerfully stimulatin'.

Man 2: Like a slug of rye on an empty stomach.

Roy: Gave him a right peculiar feelin'. Set his senses plum to reelin'.

With a poundin' sound inside his ears,

like the gallopin' hooves of a thousand steers.

Inside his chest was a-seethin' and churnin',

his blood was boilin', his brain was burnin'.

Burnin' with a fire that could only be cooled...

In the beckoning depths

of two blue limpid pools

Man 2: Yep, I'amour had come to pecos bill.

Yahoo!

Man 1: Widow-maker was plum puzzled.

Roy: Looked like trouble to him.

Man 3: And he sure was right.

Bill was busy inventin' courtin', western-style.

Singer: He arranged for the moon

to rise just right

and flood the land

with a silvery light

ordered the stars

in heaven above

to form a token

of undying love

then 'cross the sky

in words of fire

bill told sweet sue

of his own heart's desire

sweet sue

I love you

Roy: And so, sue named the weddin' day.

But there was a price bill had to pay.

Sue wanted a bustle, the finest of course.

And she aimed to be wedded a-ridin' bill's horse.

Well, sue got her bustle and it sure was classy.

Put the finishin' touch on that sweet gal's chassis.

Man 3: That there happy blushin' bride was bustin' out with girlish pride.

Roy: But bill had promised slue-foot sue a ride on widow-maker too.

Would that horse be willin' to let sue ride?

Man 1: Well, here comes the answer, fit to be tied.

Roy: Widow-maker was plum irritated.

Man 3: But that didn't bother sue none.

Roy: She walked right up to that critter's side.

Her gentle hand touched his bristlin' hide.

Her foot found the stirrup with the flick of her bustle.

Sue was aboard, and sat for the tussle.

The proceedings begun to commence.

Forthwith.

No doubt about it, that there sue was a regular female buckaroo.

Roy: And then, that bustle.

Man 3: Underneath them frills and flounces,

sue was developin' plenty of bounces.

Got to be more than that gal could handle.

Roy: And sue took off like a Roman candle.

That devilish contraption of steel and wire

kept bouncin' that poor gal higher and higher.

And soon it was plain to the multitude

that sue was a-gainin' altitude.

Man 2: Sure looked like she was a goner.

Roy: But no, here come a ray of hope.

Look, it were bill and his trusty rope.

He done soon put a stop to this.

Man 3: Shucks, bill was never knowed to miss.

Roy: Bill was calm, confident.

He built his loop with careless ease.

He judged his distance, tested the breeze.

Then a whirl and a twirl and a twist of the wrist.

He let her go!

But the champion missed.

Man 3: How it come to happen, nobody could never figure out.

Roy: She was off again on her heavenly flight.

Up, up she went, clean out of sight.

Till far into space this unfortunate maid

finally come to the moon.

And that's where she stayed.

In the state of Texas, usa,

life still goes on in the same old way.

And the pecos river still flows on,

but the greatest cowboy on earth is gone.

Yeah. Bill went back to the coyotes.

But he never forgot sue.

And every night when the moon Rose high,

he'd lift his voice in mournful cry.

Bewailin' the fate of his lady fair,

his long lost love in the sky up there.

So painful was his grief to see,

the varmints joined in out of sympathy.

And that's how come, to this very day,

coyotes howl at the moon that way.

-Move along -move along, blue shadows

-move along -move along, move along

soon the dawn will come

and you'll be on your way

on your way

but until the darkness

sheds its veil

there'll be blue shadows

on the trail

shadows on the trail