Spring Concert Lyrics In that Great Gettin’ Up Morning In that great gettin’ up mornin’, fare thee well, fare thee well. In that great gettin’ up mornin’, fare thee well, fare thee well. Repeat Well, that gospel train’s a-comin’ I hear it close at hand, Them car wheels are a-rumbling And rollin’ through the land. Get on board, little children, (3x) There’s room for many a-more. Repeat! Part 1 Get on board, get on board. Get on board, fare thee well. Get on board, fare thee well. Repeat Part 2 Get on board, get on board. In that great gettin’ up mornin’, fare thee well, fare thee well. In that great gettin’ up mornin’, fare thee well, fare thee well. Repeat Get on board, little children, (3x) There’s room for many a-more. Get on board, little children, (3x) There’s room for many a-more. Many a-more. Part 1 Get on board, get on board. Get on board, fare thee well. Get on board, fare thee well. Repeat Part 2 Get on board, get on board. In that great gettin’ up mornin’, fare thee well, fare thee well. In that great gettin’ up mornin’, fare thee well, fare thee well. Repeat In that great gettin’ up mornin’, fare thee well, fare thee well. In that great gettin’ up mornin’, fare thee well, fare thee well. Repeat Get on board, Fare thee well, Get on board. Spoken: Get on board. God Bless the USA If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life And I had to start again with just my children and my wife I'd thank my lucky stars to be livin' here today 'Cause the flag still stands for freedom and they can't take that away And I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free. And I won’t forget the men who died, who gave that right to me. And I’d gladly stand up, next to you and defend her still today. ‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land, God bless the USA. From the lakes of Minnesota, to the hills of Tennessee, Across the plains of Texas, from sea to shining sea. From Detroit down to Houston and New York to L.A. Well, there’s pride in every American heart, and it’s time to stand and say. And I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free. And I won’t forget the men who died, who gave that right to me. And I’d gladly stand up, next to you and defend her still today. ‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land, God bless the USA. Joshua Fought the Battle Joshua, Joshua Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho Jericho, Jericho Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho And the walls came a-tumblin’ down. Joshua, Joshua You may talk about your kings of Gideon. You may talk about your man of Saul. But there’s none like good old Joshua. At the battle of Jericho. Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho Jericho, Jericho Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho And the walls came a-tumblin’ down. Joshua, Joshua Up to the wall of Jericho He marched with spear in hand. “Go sound them ram horns,” Joshwa cried “Cause the battle is in my hand.” Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho Jericho, Jericho Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho And the walls came a-tumblin’ down. Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! The walls came a-tumbling’ down! Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho Jericho, Jericho Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho And the walls came a-tumblin’ down. Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho Jericho, Jericho Joshwa fought the battle of Jericho And the walls came a-tumblin’ . [stomp] . down Listen to the Rain Spoken: Listen to the rain. Listen to the rain. Listen Sung: It’s raining. It’s pouring. Just the sound seems to start my spirit soaring. And the world, with its clamor and its clatter, Seems to hush with each pitter, pitter patter. It’s raining. Listen to the rain. Hear the wind blow. Hear the thunder. Hear my heart beating as I’m filled with wonder. Tiny drops dancing on my window pane know, Without rain, we would never have a rainbow. It’s raining. Listen to the rain. Part 1: Drop, drop, Drop, drop. What a musical sound! Even robins sing along to the rhythm of the rain. Drop, drop. Drop, drop. Puddles cover the ground. And the marigolds all are glistening while I’m listening to the rain. Spoken: Now let’s listen, listen to the rain. Part : Drip. Drip. What a musical sound! Even robins sing along to the rhythm of the rain. Drip. Drip. Puddles cover the ground. And the marigolds all are glistening while I’m listening to the rain. Spoken: Now let’s listen, listen to the rain. It’s raining. Listen to the rain. It’s raining. Listen to the rain. Spoken: Listen to the rain. Listen. Place in the Choir—4th All God’s critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire, And some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now. Croak, croak, croak Croak, croak, croak Moans, groans, moans Moans, groans, moans, moo! Bow, wow, me-ow Bzzzz Fiddle-ee-dee Ee-ow-neigh. All God’s critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire, And some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now. Croak, croak, croak Croak, croak, croak Moans, groans, moans Moans, groans, moans, moo! Repeat!!! All God’s critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire, And some just clap their hands All God’s critters got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire, And some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got now. All God’s critters got a place in the choir So Long, Farewell There’s a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall And the bells in the steeple too. And up in the nurs’ry an absurd little bird, Is popping out to say coo-coo! Echo: coo-coo, coo-coo! Regretfully they tell us, But firmly they compel us To say goodbye (coo-coo) to you! So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodnight. Solo: I hate to go and leave this pretty sight. So long farewell, auf wiedersehn, adieu Solo: Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you. So long farewell, au’voir, auf wiedersehn Solo: I’d like to stay and taste my first champagne. So long farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye, Solo: I leave and heave a sigh and say good bye, goodbye. Solo: I’m glad to go, I cannot tell a lie. Solo: I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly. Solo: The sun has gone to bed and so must I. So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye Goodbye. Goodbye! Scarborough Fair Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there For she once was a true love of mine Scarborough Fair (2) Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work For then she'll be a true love of mine Scarborough Fair (3) Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between salt water and the sea strand For then she'll be a true love of mine Sound of Music My day in the hills, has come to an end, I know. A star has come out to tell me it’s time to go. But deep in the dark green shadows are voices that urge me to stay. So I pause and I wait and I listen For one more sound, For one more lovely thing . that the hills might say. The hills are alive with the sound of music, With songs they have sung for a thousand years. The hills fill my heart with the sound of music. My heart wants to sing ev’ry song it hears. My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees. My heart wants to sing like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze. To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way, To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray. I go to the hills when my heart is lonely. I know I will hear what I’ve heard before. My heart will be blessed with the sound of music. And I’ll sing once more. You Raise Me Up When I am down, and oh, my soul, so weary, When troubles come and my heart burdened be, Then I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit a-while with me. You raise me up so I can stand on mountains, You raise me up to walk on stormy seas. I am strong when I am on your shoulders. You raise me up to more than I can be.