“Fod!”

By Cristi Cary Miller

I went down to the mowin’ field. Too-rye-too-rye fa-da-link-a-die-do.

I went down to the mowin’ field, Fod! I went down to the mowin’ field

and a big black snake came and bit my heel. Too-rye-dee-day!

Sat on a stump to take my rest,

Too-rye-too-rye fa-da-link-a-die-do. Sat on a stump to take my rest, Fod! Fod!

Sat on a stump to take my rest, There I saw a woodchuck on his nest.

Too-rye-dee-day! (Rye-day!)

The woodchuck grinned to my banjo song. (Woodchucka, woodchucka, woodchucka, woodchucka)

Too-rye-too-rye fa-da-link-a-die-do. (Fod! Fod!)

The woodchuck grinned to my banjo song. (Woodchucka, woodchucka, woodchucka-do)

The woodchuck grinned to my banjo song. Fod! Fod! Fod! (Fod?)

Up came a skunk with his britches on. (Woodchuck grinned, banjo song, came a skunk, britches on)

Too-rye-dee-day!

The woodchuck and skunk got into a fight. (stomp clap stomp clap – “pat your legs it goes like this”)

Too-rye-too-rye fa-da-link-a-die-do. (Too-rye) Woodchuck and skunk got into a fight.

(stomp clap stomp clap – “now you hit your chest”) Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! (Fod! Fod! Fod!)

Woodchuck and skunk got into a fight, fumes was so bad it put out the light

(clap clap) Too-rye-dee-day!

Danced and played ‘til the chimney ‘gan to rust. Too-rye-too-rye fa-da-link-a-die-do.

Danced and played ‘til the chimney ‘gan to rust. Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod!

Danced and played ‘til the chimney ‘gan to rust ‘Twas hard to tell who smelt the wust!

Pee-yew! Too-rye-dee-day!

Now this song has come to an end. If ya wanna hear more we’ll sing it again! Too-rye-dee-day! Fod!

“The Ash Grove”

Arranged by Ruth Elaine Schram

The ash grove how graceful, how plainly ‘tis speaking. The harp through it playing has language for me.

Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, a host of kind faces is gazing on me.

The friends of my childhood again are before me,

each step wakes a mem’ry as freely I roam.

With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o’er me; (With soft whispers o’er me)

The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

The ash grove how graceful, how plainly ‘tis speaking. (The ash grove is speaking)

The harp through it playing has language for me. (The playing has language for me.)

Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, (When light there is breaking)

a host of kind faces is gazing on me. (kind faces gazing on me.)

The friends of my childhood again are before me,

each step wakes a mem’ry as freely I roam.

With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o’er me; (With soft whispers o’er me)

The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

“Kuna Karamu”

By Sally K. Albrecht

Kuna karamu Kuna karamu Kuna karamu

Celebrate, come on let’s celebrate!

Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu) Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu) Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu)

Celebrate, come on let’s celebrate!

Tu-ku-ti-ka, tu-ku-ti-ka Tu-ku-ti-ka, tu-ku-ti-ka Tu-ku-ti-ka, tu-ku-ti-ka

Celebrate, let’s celebrate, let’s celebrate!

Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu) Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu) Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu)

Celebrate, come on let’s celebrate!

Le-o ku-zu-ri Treasure each day.

U-ha-i ni ma-ri-da-di, Life is beautiful, that’s what they say.

Tu-ku-ti-ka, tu-ku-ti-ka, tu-ku-ti-ka! Karamu!

Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu) Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu) Kuna karamu (Kuna karamu)

Celebrate, come on let’s celebrate!

Tu-ku-ti-ka, tu-ku-ti-ka Tu-ku-ti-ka, tu-ku-ti-ka Tu-ku-ti-ka, tu-ku-ti-ka

Celebrate, let’s celebrate! Kuna karamu!

“The Rock Island Line”

Arranged by Janet Klevberg Day

Rock Island Line, Rock Island Line I say the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road.

I say the Rock Island line is the road to ride. Oh, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road.

If you ever want to ride it, got to ride it like you’re flyin’. Buy your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line.

A B C double X Y Z,

I’m gonna ride it back to my family. A B C double X Y Z,

I’m gonna ride it back to my family.

I say the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road. (Rock Island, Rock Island)

I say the Rock Island line is the road to ride. (Rock Island’s the road to ride.)

Oh, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road. (Rock Island, Rock Island)

If you ever want to ride it, got to ride it like you’re flyin’. (Ride it, ride it, like you’re flyin’)

Buy your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line. (Buy your ticket on the Rock Island Line.)

I may be right and I may be wrong,

I know you’re gonna miss me when I am gone. I may be right and I may be wrong,

I know you’re gonna miss me when I am gone.

(Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock Island Line) (Rock Island, Rock Island, Rock Island Line)

I say the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road.

I say the Rock Island line is the road to ride. Oh, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road.

If you ever want to ride it, got to ride it like you’re flyin’. Buy your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line.

Rock Island Line, Rock Island Line

Mighty good road.

“Thanksgiving Song”

By Mary Chapin Carpenter

Arranged by John Purifoy

Grateful for each hand we hold

Gathered round this table.

From far and near we travel home,

Blessed that we are able.

Grateful for this sheltered place

With light in every window,

Saying welcome, welcome, share this feast

Come in away from sorrow.

Father, mother, daughter, son,

Neighbor, friend and friendless;

All together everyone in the gift of loving-kindness.

Grateful for whats understood,

And all that is forgiven;

We try so hard to be good,

To lead a life worth living.

Father, mother, daughter, son,

Neighbor, friend, and friendless;

All together everyone, let grateful days be endless.

Grateful for each hand we hold

Gathered round this table.