Melody Time

Melody Time

Melody Time

Melody Time

It's time to swing along

To a happy land of sound

Where love is the thing

Melody Time

It's time for sweet romance

Won 't you give your heart a chance

To join in and sing?

Take a tip from the birds

You don 't need 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

It's Melody Time

It's Melody Time

It's Melody Time,

time to hitch your wagon to a song,

as a song is the one and only thing

that will take you to the land

where music is king.

So join in the fun.

There's something here for everyone.

You'll find rhythm, romance,

reason, rhyme,

something ridiculous.

Something sublime!

You can 't go wrong if you swing along

Come to thejubilee

It's Melody Time

The memory of wintertime long ago,

of clear, crisp air

and new-fallen snow,

of frost on a windowpane,

of sleigh-bells heard from the lane.

In this wonderland,

romance is the theme,

for this is the story

of love's young dream.

Don 't you kind of love December

When the merry snowbells 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'll have more fun sleighing

Behind two chestnut mares

When we say,

''Goodbye, December, ''

Merry bells no longer chime

We'll remember

Once upon a wintertime

Don 't you kind of love December

When the merry snowbells chime?

We're together

Once upon a wintertime

Every single snowflake falling

Plays a jingle down your spine

Here we are together, lovely weather

Once upon a wintertime

Jingle bells, jingle all the way

On the frozen pond,

folks are swaying

Sweetheart, who cares?

We'll have more sleighing

Behind two chestnut mares

When we say, ''Goodbye, December, ''

Merry bells no longer chime

We'll remember

Once upon a wintertime

Remember December

Once upon a wintertime

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'll remember

Once upon a wintertime

Freddy Martin,

an admirer of the classics,

inspired by Rimsky-Korsakov's

Flight of the Bumble Bee,

interprets this fantasy

in his unique style.

In a furious flight,

a confused character tries to escape

from the hectic harmony

of an instrumental nightmare.

In American folklore, mighty men have

left the symbols of their greatness.

There was Paul Bunyan's axe.

John Henry's hammer.

Davy Crockett's rifle.

Then, unexpectedly,

one comes upon a tinpot hat,

a bag of appleseed and a holy book.

These are the symbols

of one of the mightiest men of all,

John Chapman, a real-life pioneer.

However, reality has given way

to legend.

Today, we know him simply

as Johnny Appleseed.

This is his story, told by

an old settler who knew Johnny well.

Listen.

Every time I see an apple-blossom

sky, I think of Johnny Appleseed.

Them clouds up there

ain't really clouds at all, no, sir!

There wouldn't be no apple-blossom

sky if it weren't for...

But now, hold on here.

I'd better start at the beginning.

Johnny lived on a farm

near Pittsburgh.

The year was 1 806 or there around.

You'd say Johnny Appleseed

never would make a pioneer,

he was such a scrawny little fellow.

That didn't faze Johnny.

He had his apple trees, the

morning sun and the evening breeze.

The Lord is good to me

So I thank the Lord

For giving me the things I need

The sun and rain and apple seed

Yes, he's been good to me

I owe the Lord so much

For everything I see

If it weren 't for him

There'd be no apples on this limb

He's been good to me

Here am I 'neath the 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, with his care,

My apple trees will still be there

The Lord is good to me

Working, singing, carefree and gay,

that's how Johnny spent each day,

attending to his apple trees.

But, lately,Johnny would feel

a stir in the air.

The rumbling, rolling beat

of restless men with restless feet.

Get on a wagon rolling west

Out to the great unknown

Get on a wagon rolling west

Or you'll be left alone

We've made a home before

We're starting now again

We ain 't afeared of man or beast

We're strong and hardy men

So, get on a wagon rolling west

Seeking a land that's new

So, get on a wagon rolling west

There's plenty of room for you

Get on a wagon rolling west

Out to the great unknown

Get on a 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 trailblazers all

Get on a wagon rolling west

Out to the great unknown,,,

Get on a wagon rolling west

Or you'll be left alone

Poor Johnny. He weren't no pioneer

and he knowed it.

It was all just pretend.

Those going west to build this nation

made picking apples look useless.

Well, that's when a miracle happened.

- What's holding you?...

- ..Says a voice.

Go on. Go on out west

if that's your choice.

Well, it was an angel,

Johnny's own private guardian angel.

He looks mighty queer to you and me,

but that's just the way

John figured he'd be.

Well, speak up, boy.

Don't stand there gawking.

- Unlock your jaw and get talking.

- Yes, sir!

Why don't I go west?

I ain't got the muscle

or the breadth of chest.

There it's the strong men who survive

and I'm the puniest fella alive.

Shame to you,Johnny!

You've got faith, courage

and a level head.

But shucks. You see, sir,

all I know is apple trees.

What's wrong with apples, if you

please? Ain't they the finest fruit?

Shoot, man! They take the cake!

Just think of all the things

that apples make.

There's apple pickles...

Tasty apple tarts, apple pastry,

apple dumplings

- Not to mention,,,

-Apple sass?

Apple fritters light as thistle

And for folks to wet their whistle

Tangy apple cider

- Stew, fry, boil, bake 'em

-Apple pie and apple cake 'em

You can cook them any way

Apple this, apple that

Recipes to fill your hat

I could carry on like this all day

So pack your stuff and get going

Get them apple trees growing

There's a lot of work out there

to do

There's a lot of work to do

Yes, sir! I mean, no, sir.

You see, sir, I ain't got none

of the things I'll need out there.

You ain't got...?

Boy, I'm ashamed of you! You've got

the stuff to see you through.

You've got the seeds you're needing,

and for good reading,

there ain 't nothing finer

than your book

Here's a handy bonnet,

even got a handle on it.

Turn it upside down

and you can cook

So, come on, get going

Get them apple trees growing

There's a lot of work out there

to do

There's a lot of work to do!

Well, that's how it all began.

That's how Johnny, all alone,

set out to meet the great unknown.

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