Melody Time
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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, ''
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,
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
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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