Good morning, good morning my little blue bird! I hear you are singing, though without any words You sing to the new day, you sing to the blue sky You sing at my window, the away do you fly Good morning, good morning my cardinal so red I hear you each morning as I’m lying in bed You sing to the new day, you sing to the blue sky You sing at my window, the away do you fly Good morning, good morning my sparrow so small Though brown is your plumage, you’ve the best voice of all! You sing to the new day, you sing to the blue sky You sing at my window, the away do you fly

Little fairy tiny fairy Please unfold your wings Grass is growing, breezes blowing All of nature sings Wait they only for your play That could brighten any day Little fairy, tiny fairy Come enjoy the spring!

V1). Fly in the water, drink of the sky Breathe in the clouds that live up so high Dreams are for dreamers but we’re not asleep Why don’t we listen to a summer story CH) Summer tales, summer tales! Won’t you come buy my stories for sale? Summer tales, summer tales! Won’t you come buy my story book wares? V2) What would you wish for as wild as it seems? Where are the fancies of every child’s dreams? Would you caress them, or from them depart? Or cherish them always bound tight to your heart? CH) Summer tales, summer tales! Won’t you come buy my stories for sale? Summer tales, summer tales! Won’t you come buy my story book wares? V3) Won’t cost you a penny, won’t cost you a dime All it will cost is a moment of time My wares aren’t expensive, in fact they are free! So come gather ‘round for a summer story! CH) Summer tales, summer tales! Won’t you come buy my stories for sale? Summer tales, summer tales! Won’t you come buy my story book wares?

If I had a ship, then I would sail Upon the sea under full gale The sails would be of pure white cloud If I had a ship to sail If I had a ship, I’d sail afar Over the water, under star The deck would be of silver dreams If I had a ship to sail If I had a ship, I’d sail away All through the night and into day The mast would be of gold sunlight If I had a ship to sail If I had a ship, then I would ride Upon the ever flowing tide With you forever by my side If I had a ship to sail

Lady night draws her cloak over all tired lands Gently lights all the stars with her breath And the moon rises high like a strong silver stand Keenly watching the traveler rest As the sun nestles down in the folds of the hills And the evening descends from the sky Sweetly bidding the songbirds to quiet their trills And to bid all the daylight goodbye The great river runs soft down the length of its bed Sweetly singing a lullaby tune To the traveler who wearily lays down his head Dreaming sweet by the light of the moon And the stars and the moon and the Great Lady Night Watch over their slumbering charge Protectively covering him with silver light And weaving him dreams made of stars

Old Mr, Moon hanging there in the sky Sing me the evening’s sweet lullaby Tell me the tales that you’ve heard in your flight Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon What would you say about what you have seen? Tell me the stories of places you’ve been! Sing me the songs that you’ve heard on the wind Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon Ch) And you’ll tell of the stars and their nightly dances Sing songs of the Night, and all her entrances You will sweep me to places I’ve never been Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon Watching your flight from down here on the ground I wish that I had the freedom you’ve found To travel the world and to see all around Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon But I have no wings and my dreams are all furled I’ve not the courage to travel the world But I’ll hear your tales every night they are heard Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon CH) And you’ll tell of the stars and their nightly dances Sing songs of the Night and all her entrances You will sweep me to places I’ve never been Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon CH2) You will take my hand, sweep me off my feet We’ll dance through the stars until night is complete And as the dawn hour comes we will both fall asleep Mr. Moon, Mr. Moon But I’ll wait for you here ‘til we dance through the stars once again Mr. Moon

V1) Shall I recall in this darkness of night What drove me to such fearful state? But alack and alas! I’ve forgotten my past, And what dark, shattered remnants remain Remain... Oh what dark shattered remnants remain I once knew a love, oh how sweet did it seem! His whispers ensnared me like honey But what blackness is this? Fie on every fond kiss! For he swears now that never he loved me, The Rogue! Oh what madness has driven him from me?! CH) My name! My name! ‘Tis the saddest of things And ‘tis none but my lover to blame For Hamlet was he Who stole my sanity And who clove my heart in twain In twain And who clove my heart in twain V2) A name you ask, but no more have I... Oh rosemary help me recall! All to grief, all grief! I shall name him a thief, Who’s hands spilt my kin’s blood on the wall The wall For my father was slain on the wall! Shall I go to the field all a summer morn bright For to fresh pluck some pansy for thought? Or a violet so blue? Shall I cut it in two? For his loyalty now counts as naught As naught Oh his loyalty now counts as naught! CH) My name! My name! ‘Tis the saddest of things And ‘tis none but my lover to blame For Hamlet was he Who stole my sanity And who clove my heart in twain In twain And who clove my heart in twain V3) So down by the water I walked all a day And the river did beckon me near And so down knelt I, ‘neath a mournful blue sky For to weep my wont of tears Of tears There to weep my wont of tears And so down I lay in the glistening rush On a bed that which sun-diamonds paved And the last breath I breathed was the last that I grieved For the found me in watery grave, Oh grave! Aye, my sorrows were quenched by the grave! CH) My name! My name! ‘Tis the saddest of things And ‘tis none but my lover to blame For Hamlet was he Who stole my sanity And who clove my heart in twain In twain And who clove my heart in twain For Ophelia was my becursed name!

Fly upon the wings of memory A flicker or forgotten dream Come and sail the good ship, Fantasy And we’ll go down daydreamer’s stream A lullaby that’s whispered softly Mother singing to her child “Summer, winter, spring, and autumn, You have these my baby mild...” So close your eyes now, hush your crying Mother’s here to watch you sleep Sail your ship off into dreamland Where you’ll be happy counting sheep But I must warn you e’er you leave me The path is rocky, steep, and hard You must cross the bedtime mountains Before you reach the slumber yard But there you’ll find your ship is waiting Waiting oh so patiently! For you to board at goodnight harbor And sail away to lullaby sea So sings the mother to her baby “Sleep my child, dream well I pray Before your ship sails farther still, And enters in the realm of day.”

Sun is gone and night is here And the moon rises high So close your eyes and soar my dear With the stars in the sky Fly away! Away, away... Away in the night! And as you dream I’ll stay right here And sing this lullaby Go into the land of sleep Where dreams are sure to pass by And while you’re there and counting sheep I’ll stay by your side Fly away! Away, away... Away in the night! And while you’re there and counting sheep I’ll stay by your side Fly away! Away, away... Away in the night! And as you dream I’ll stay right here And sing this lullaby

In the still of the evening ‘Neath a dusk-painted sky The robin is singing His sweet lullaby You can hear his notes falling So soft on the breeze As the boughs of the Maple Rock his babies to sleep He sings to the dreamers Who are tucked in their beds As the sun’s last light glimmers O’r the fields, gold and red And with his song finished As the final notes ring He sighs and he tucks his head Under his wing

It was in summers long now past Anëurin did play his lute And over summer fields did dance The Sun and Moon did he entrance With mandolin and Ivory flute And free of heart, a careless soul, Did dance along so merrily All golden haired, an elfin Prince Who lightly tread so fancy-free The jewel of summer’s crown was he. In meadows green, in forests old Upon the rivers’ flowing tide Atop the peaks of mountains cold In valleys green with summer’s hold ‘Tis said our minstrel did abide, But lonely he, forgotten soul, To tread where no man ever goes And sadly did he play his lute, His voice in melancholy ‘rose Waking the Spirit of the Rose In maiden form did she appear Out of the thorns his sorrows spun; A quiet girl with sable hair, Her gentle voice, her skin so fair Her sapphire eyes so brightly shone, Her gown, of crimson petals wove, In flowing folds fell ‘round her light A silver crown to grace her brow, Dew slippers for her feet so white; The dawn was shamed within her sight! He sang, and her free heart beguiled With mandolin and ringing bell And tamed the beauty of the wild With music sweet and lyrics mild; She fell to his harmonious spell And to him came, upon white feet A maiden wrapped in beauty rare Entranced by nature’s voices sweet Anëurin could only stare To see such beauty standing there ’Twas only joy, that summer had And ere the seasons heralded fall They fall in love, our minstrel-lad And maiden ‘round in roses clad, While nature sang a madrigal But it seemed their love was not to be For she was of the roses’ kin And flowers fade, as summer wanes To memories of what once had been; Cruel Autumn took her… and left him. Through many hopeless months he wept, Deprived of music in his soul. He hardly ate and barely slept While Winter, silent vigil kept And covered all the land in snow And when the icy weather turned, And blossoms garlanded the trees, When Winter fled and Spring returned, No word was there upon the breeze That roses had survived the freeze. But cry ye not, Anëurin Though full of feckless tears thou be; ‘Tis sure that thou’ll see her again When summer’s come, and spring has been, And Winter’s but a memory. Then look thee to the meadows green, And to the forests’ living glades, And find again the music left Within the quiet of the shade; There dance again with your Rose-Maid!

Come child, I hear you yawning I see your drooping eyes The end of day is coming And night is drawing nigh O’r hills the shadows are creeping While you are in slumber steeped And I my vigil keeping While you are fast asleep The ox and lamb are bedding The curlew softly cries With you in my arms resting We’ll watch the moon arise And through the night I’ll hold you And to you softly sing And as in sleep you wander I’ll guard you in your dreams