Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Pierre Le Chapeau Date: 30 Oct 10 - 10:24 PM Hpllpween Soul cakes? Never heard of em? But on ash Wednesday "I make Ask Cakes? |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Valmai Goodyear Date: 30 Oct 10 - 04:38 AM We've got a Halloween evening at the Lewes Saturday Folk Club tonight (30th. October). We are lighting the log fire and candles, and I'm making soul cakes. Peter Collins is making one of his magnificent pumpkin lanterns, and there will be some songs from the excellent Moose Rosser. Everyone is welcome, especially if you'd like to sing or play; entrance £3. I think I'll do Willie's Lyke-Wake if I get the chance, and maybe Faithful Johnny if someone else doesn't get in first. Other appropriate songs would be Lady Margaret & Sweet William's Ghost, Lyke-Wake Dirge, any of the night visiting songs in which the visitor is a revenant, the Suffolk Miracle, Young Benjie, The Wife of Usher's Well ..... there are a huge number of traditional songs which deal with ghosts and the fate of the dead. Valmai (Lewes) |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: LadyJean Date: 30 Oct 10 - 12:45 AM I sing the John Jacob Niles version of "The Unquiet Grave", which is pleasantly creepy. Or, sing this to the Russian Theme from the 1812 Overture: Hail Transylvania Thy sons are we. Our hearts in loyal love We pledge to thee. True to the crimson flag Through all our days. Hail Transylvania, we sing thy praise. It's the Transylvania College Alma Mater. I know because I went there for 2 years. (And there's a crypt in the administration building.) |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,Emilie Date: 29 Oct 10 - 10:45 AM "THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A WITCH" FULL PIANO MUSIC AND LYRICS HERE... http://fireflyanswers.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-no-such-thing-as-witch-and-when.html |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,Alison Date: 23 Oct 10 - 03:58 PM I, too am looking for all of the lyrics to "When You're All Alone in the Country." Here is all I can remember: When you're all alone in the country and the night is dark as pitch, don't shout out because you know there's no such thing as a Witch! When you hear a howl in the country and you're hiding in the ditch, shout OH- HO!! because you know there's no such thing as a Witch! Skeletons and goblins are only make-believe. Folks dressed up in costumes. Just trying to scare you Boo Ooh. ?????????? ?????????? Just be bold cuz you've been told there's no such thing as a witch. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Slag Date: 08 Oct 10 - 06:25 PM PS It was that Rapaire's name had been mentioned in the one about the Quarry. I didn't see it but I knew his name was mentioned a couple of times here in The Highwayman. Enjoy |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE HIGHWAYMAN From: Slag Date: 08 Oct 10 - 06:16 PM I'm a little surprised that no one has mentioned this one, a poem to be sure, but if it doesn't have the feel of All Hallow's Eve, then what does? The Highwayman The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door. He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin; He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh! And he rode with a jeweled twinkle-- His rapier hilt a-twinkle-- His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky. Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred, He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- Bess, the landlord's daughter-- Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked-- His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter-- The landlord's black-eyed daughter; Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say: "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast, Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight (O sweet black waves in the moonlight!), And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west. He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon. And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor, The redcoat troops came marching-- Marching--marching-- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed. Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side; There was Death at every window, And Hell at one dark window, For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride. They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest! They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say, "Look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way." She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, Till, on the stroke of midnight, Cold on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers! The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest; Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast. She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again, For the road lay bare in the moonlight, Blank and bare in the moonlight, And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain. Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear; Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding-- Riding--riding-- The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still. Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot tlot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight-- Her musket shattered the moonlight-- Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death. He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood Bowed, with her head o'er the casement, drenched in her own red blood! Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat When they shot him down in the highway, Down like a dog in the highway, And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat. And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor, The highwayman comes riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred, He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- Bess, the landlord's daughter-- Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Alfred Noyes http://www.poemhunter.com/ More information about the poem The Highwayman Reader comments on the poem The Highwayman More information about the poet Alfred Noyes |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Genie Date: 08 Oct 10 - 01:27 AM Refreshing, for the impending Halloween gigs. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 22 Sep 10 - 11:50 PM Can anyone remember the rest of this song? Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins, Pumpkins on parade. On a frosty midnight, They are not afraid. Witches try to scare them, All the whole night through, But they keep wearing crooked smiles, As jack-o-lanterns do. Harvest moon is rising. Lighting up the sky... |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 15 Sep 10 - 01:47 PM I REMEMBER SOMTHING ABOUT it, "And then one day he bought him self an arrow plane". and the end is like " hes dangling in the sky.. sorry that probally didnt help much |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 08 Sep 10 - 02:56 AM does anyone know where I can find and download a copy of when witches were waltzing? |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Bill D Date: 31 Oct 09 - 06:39 PM From memory: (2nd grade, New Orleans, 1946) ♫"Halloween, Halloween, Oh what funny things are seen. Witches hats, coal black cats. Broomstick riders, mice & rats"♫ The tune 'almost' writes itself. Little kids will like it. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Genie Date: 31 Oct 09 - 06:10 PM How about "The Farmer's Curst Wife?" The woman is so bad that when the Devil takes her to Hell, he kicks her out because she wreaked so much havoc there? |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,leeneia Date: 29 Oct 09 - 11:36 PM There's a ballad in the DT called 'Willie's Lady', Child Ballad number 6. It's a great yarn with an actual witch and a spell. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 29 Oct 09 - 01:29 PM Hi everyone. I'm seeking a specific song...it's been close to 12 years since I heard it last, and I never heard the song in its entirety. I've searched for years, and I'm finally handing it over. I've written down the lyrics that it had, but I don't know what genre even to call it. Folk music is the best I can think of because it was very simple...some light background instruments, and a woman's voice more or less 'talking'. It wasn't really singing, and it was by no means rock or heavy metal or anything. The lyrics: On Hallow's Eve, A Moonlit night, On Samhain when the veil is thin, Between the worlds of dark and light, Dare you let a stranger in? She draws out the words Eve, veil, is, thin, and stranger. I remembered that much of it, but it went on to more or less be a ballad about a woman who let a stranger in during Halloween, took him as her lover, and he vanished in the morning light since he was actually a ghost. It was really good, but I have no clue where else to look. Can you please help? |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 26 Oct 09 - 11:51 AM To Susan, I have been in search for years of this little Halloween song that I also learned in the third or fourth grade ( 1969-1970). I now sing it to my two daughters every year at Halloween but noone has ever heard of it! Your lyrics are just as I remember them! Thanks for sharing! |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: BRINGING MARY HOME From: Lonesome EJ Date: 21 Oct 09 - 07:22 PM Lost some of the text above. Re-posted for clarity. Bringing Mary Home Intro: C A D G I was [D]driving down a lonely road on a [C]dark and stormy [G]night, When a [D]little girl by the roadside showed [G]up in my head[D]lights, I [G]stopped and she got in the back and in a shaky [D]tone, She [C]said, "My name is [A]Mary please [D]won't you take me [G]home." She [D]must have been so frightened all [C]alone there in the [G]night, There was [D]something strange about her, 'cause her [C]face was deathly [D]white, She [G]sat so pale and quiet in the back seat all [D]alone, I [C]never will [A]forget the night [D]I took Mary [G]home. Intro chords: C A D G I (D)pulled into the driveway where (C)she told me to(G) go, Got (D)out to help her from the car and (G)opened up the (D)door, But I(G) just could not believe my eyes, the back seat was(D) bare, I (C)looked all (A)around the car, but (D)Mary wasn't (G)there. A (D)light shone from the porch, a lady(C) opened up the (G)door, I (D)asked about the little girl that (C)I was looking (D)for, The(G) lady gently smiled and brushed a tear (D)away, She(C) said, "It (A)sure was nice of you, to(D) go out of your (G)way." "But (D)thirteen years ago tonight in a(C)wreck just down the (G)road, Our (D)darling Mary lost her life (G)and we miss her (D)so, Oh (G)thank you for your trouble and the kindness you have (D)shown You're the (C)thirteenth stranger (A)that's been here, (D)bringing Mary(G) home." Intro chords: C A D G |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: BRINGING MARY HOME From: Lonesome EJ Date: 21 Oct 09 - 07:10 PM Someone mentioned this song up above. A great bluegrass tune for Halloween Bringing Mary Home Intro: C A D G I was [D]driving down a lonely road on a [C]dark and stormy [G]night, When a [D]little girl by the roadside showed [G]up in my head[D]lights, I [G]stopped and she got in the back and in a shaky [D]tone, She [C]said, "My name is [A]Mary please [D]won't you take me [G]home." She [D]must have been so frightened all [C]alone there in the [G]night, There was [D]someting strange about her, 'cause her [C]face was deathly [D]white, She [G]sat so pale and quiet in the back seat all [D]alone, I [C]never will [A]forget the night [D]I took Mary [G]home. Intro chords: C A D G I (D)pulled into the driveway where But I(G) just could not believe my eyes, the back seat was(D) bare, I (C>looked all (A)around the car, but (D)Mary wasn't (G)there. A (D)light shone from the porch, a lady(C> opened up the (G)door, I (D)asked about the little girl that (C>I was looking (D)for, The(G) lady gently smiled and brushed a tear (D)away, She(C> said, "It (A)sure was nice of you, to(D) go out of your (G)way." "But (D)thirteen years ago tonight in a(C> wreck just down the (G)road, Our (D)darling Mary lost her life (G)and we miss her (D)so, Oh (G)thank you for your trouble and the kindness you have (D)shown You're the (C>thirteenth stranger (A)that's been here, (D)bringing Mary(G) home." Intro chords: C A D G |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,ceannwpa Date: 21 Oct 09 - 06:25 PM I'm looking for the lyrics and music to the song with the first line "When You're all alone in the country and the night is black as pitch..." email ceanderson@nsd131.org |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Valmai Goodyear Date: 12 Oct 09 - 04:51 AM We have an evening of songs for Halloween at the Lewes Saturday Folk Club on, not surprisingly, Saturday 31st. October 2009. The room will be lit by candles and an open fire. Bring songs and tunes to suit. I may get round to making some soul cakes for the occasion, too. Valmai (Lewes) |
Subject: Lyr Add: TAM O' SHANTER (Robert Burns) From: eddie1 Date: 12 Oct 09 - 02:28 AM Not a song, admittedly, but what Samuel Johnson described as the best ghost story he ever heard, this was apparently written by Burns in one afternoon! Tam o' Shanter (Robert Burns) When chapmen billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors meet, As market days are wearing late, An' folk begin to tak the gate; While we sit bousing at the nappy, And getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky sullen dame. Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses For honest men and bonie lasses.) O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober; That ilka melder, wi' the miller, Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; That every naig was ca'd a shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday, Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale:-- Ae market-night, Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- They had been fou for weeks thegither! The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, wi' favours secret,sweet and precious The Souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy! As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious. O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You sieze the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white--then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm.-- Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg-- A better never lifted leg-- Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire; Despisin' wind and rain and fire. Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; Whiles glowring round wi' prudent cares, Lest bogles catch him unawares: Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry. By this time he was cross the ford, Whare, in the snaw, the chapman smoor'd; And past the birks and meikle stane, Whare drunken Chairlie brak 's neck-bane; And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.-- Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippeny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!-- The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd, Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, She ventured forward on the light; And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight Warlocks and witches in a dance; Nae cotillion brent-new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He scre'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.-- Coffins stood round, like open presses, That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some develish cantraip slight, Each in its cauld hand held a light.-- By which heroic Tam was able To note upon the haly table, A murders's banes in gibbet-airns; Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi blude red-rusted; Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The gray hairs yet stack to the heft; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which even to name was be unlawfu'. Three lawyers' tongues, turn'd inside out, Wi' lies seam'd like a beggar's clout; Three priests' hearts, rotten, black as muck, Lay stinking, vile in every neuk. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; The piper loud and louder blew; The dancers quick and quicker flew; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it her sark! Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens, Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linnen! Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies, For ae blink o' the bonie burdies! But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal, Louping and flinging on a crummock, I wonder did na turn thy stomach! But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie: There was ae winsome wench and waulie, That night enlisted in the core, Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore; (For mony a beast to dead she shot, And perish'd mony a bonie boat, And shook baith meikle corn and bear, And kept the country-side in fear.) Her cutty-sark, o' Paisley harn That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie,- Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for he wee Nannie, Wi' twa pund Scots, ('twas a' her riches), Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches! But here my Muse her wing maun cour; Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason ' thegither, And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark: And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skriech and hollo. Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin'! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin'! In vain thy Kate awaits thy commin'! Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane o' the brig; There at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross. But ere the key-stane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake! For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle - Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail; The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. No, wha this tale o' truth shall read, Ilk man and mother's son take heed; Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, Think! ye may buy joys o'er dear - Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare. For those without the Doric Eddie |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,widenermiss Date: 11 Oct 09 - 08:54 PM Does anyone know the history of "have you seen the ghost of john/tom? I learned it when I was in the first grade. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 03 Oct 09 - 08:22 PM Did you ever find the lyrics or music to that song? This is some of it that I can remember, but I am trying to locate the music, too. When you're all alone in the country and the night is dark as pitch Just be bold, cuz you've been told There's no such thing as a witch When you hear the thunder and lightning and you're hiding in a ditch Don't cry out, without a doubt There's no such thing as a witch Skeletons and Goblins are only make believe Folks dressed up in costumes just try to scare you, Boooo! When you ..... the wind a howlin' and you.... |
Subject: Lyr Add: OUR HOUSE (Shel Silverstein) From: sing4peace Date: 01 Oct 09 - 12:39 PM Kids really like to sing along on this one by Shel Silverstein: OUR HOUSE Well, a man came to our house Our house Our house A man came to our our house To sell some brooms. So we asked him to come in, And we hit him with a hammer, And we hid him in the closet In my father's room. But you're always welcome at our house Any time of the day. Yes, You're always welcome at our house, And we hope you will stay. Then a lady came to our house Our house Our house A lady came to find out why I wasn't in school. So we asked her to come in, And we gave her some poisoned lemonade, And hid her in the freezer where it's nice and cool. But you're always welcome in our house. Any time of the day. Yes, You're always welcome at our house, And we hope you will stay. Then a kid came into our yard Our yard Our yard A kid came into our yard to get his ball. We asked him to come in, And we took in the basement, And we sealed him up inside the basement wall. But you're always welcome in our house. Any time of the day. Yes, You're always welcome at our house, And we hope you will stay. So when you come to our house Our house Our house When you come to our house, We'll have some fun. We'll ask you to come in, And we'll take you in the kitchen, And we'll put you in the oven until you're done. But you're always welcome in our house. Any time of the day. Yes, You're always welcome at our house, And we hope you will stay. And we know you will stay. [chuckle] ---- The last verse might bother some people. I never had a problem with this song until one time I was approached by a woman after the gig who told me how much she loved everything I sang except that song. The reason why? She rolled up her sleeve to show me an old tattoo with numbers. With any song of a macabre nature, you run into the risk of offending someone ie: the mudcat thread about "With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm". Isn't that one of the points of Halloween? To laugh in the face of death and whistle past the graveyard? ---- Joyce |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE WITCH SONG From: sing4peace Date: 01 Oct 09 - 12:29 PM Re: Previous request for the lyrics to "Who Were The Witches" The song is "The Witch Song". Here's a bit of info from the songbook "Here's to the Women" by Hilda Wenner and Elizabeth Freilicher (Syracuse Univ. Press) " The Witch Song has been recorded by Kristin Lems and Nancy Schimmel [Malvina Reynolds' daughter]. Bonnie Lockhart is a Berkeley-area feminist and songwriter ...." THE WITCH SONG Chorus: Who were the witches? Where did they come from? Maybe your great, great, great grandma was one. Witches were wise, wise, women they say And there's a little witch in every woman to day. Witches knew all about flowers and weeds How to use all their roots And their leaves and their seeds When people grew weary from hard workin' days They made 'em feel better in so many ways. When women had babies the witches were there To hold them and help them and give them care Witches knew stories of how life began Don't you wish you could be one? Well, maybe you can. Some people thought that the witches were bad Some people were scared of the power they had. But power to help and to heal and to care Isn't something to fear It's a pleasure to share. ---- Gee, sounds like this should be testimony at some of the health care reform hearings in the U.S. Made me think of a time I was walking down my street, when a family was walking by. A little girl stopped, looked at me, pointed and declared "You're a witch!" Her mother was absolutely horrified and made the little girl apologize. I assured the mother that I had taken no offense and with all seriousness told the little girl, "It takes one to know one." ;-) Joyce |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies) Date: 01 Oct 09 - 06:31 AM Thanks muchly Tootler. Love the LWDirge for it's fantastic evocative imagery (you could be there), & I'll definitely be including those additional verses from now on! |
Subject: Lyr Add: WHEN WITCHES WERE WALTZING From: GUEST Date: 01 Oct 09 - 06:24 AM I sang "When Witches Were Waltzing" in school, too. Here are the lyrics. Hope it helps after all this time! WHEN WITCHES WERE WALTZING One night I went walking out into the wood, And found I had wandered much more than I should, For I came to a meadow, a magical spot, When witches were waltzing, I never forgot What a wild and weird and wonderful sight, When witches were waltzing on Halloween Night! I wanted to watch, so I hid in a tree. I said to myself, "Can't believe what I see!" It's a pumpkin polka, a goblin gavotte, And witches were waltzing, I never forgot What a wild and weird and wonderful sight, When witches were waltzing on Halloween Night! They waltzed in the wood by the light of the stars. The scarecrows were strumming their ghostly guitars For the skeleton samba, the monster minuet, The pumpkin polka, the goblin gavotte And witches were waltzing, I never forgot What a wild and weird and wonderful sight, When witches were waltzing on Halloween Night! One day I'll wake up to a wandering mood; The West wind will whisper, "Away to the wood!" And if you will go with me, we might take a chance; We'll dress all in black and we'll join in the dance! And we'll all rock and roll while the jack-o-lanterns jitterbug, The skeletons samba, the monsters minuet, The pumpkin polka, the goblins gavotte. I've been there before and I never forgot, What a wild and weird and wonderful sight, When witches were waltzing on Halloween Night! |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Tootler Date: 02 Sep 09 - 06:56 PM I usually sing the Lyke Wake Dirge around Halloween time. The version in the DT is the one recorded by the Young Tradition and by most others afterward. There is a longer version that fills in a gap in the journey. You can find it here (among other places). |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: oldhippie Date: 02 Sep 09 - 07:48 AM "Dear Departed" by Kathy Mar |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 01 Sep 09 - 11:10 AM The Wobblin' Goblin by Rosemary Clooney can be found on YouTube someone just found it for me. it's just a tad diff than I remember, but I learned the elementary school version as well. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,JustForJolly Date: 01 Sep 09 - 11:05 AM Hi Joe; I remember a very similar rhyme that my mother's friend sang to us once one Halloween, it scared the bejesus out of me at the time. But the opening lines were slightly different I think and went something like; There was an old woman, old and thin Who waited by a churchyard door And watched 4 men carry a dead man in, Ooooh etc. I don't remember anymore and may've got the above wrong due to the passage of time. Did you have any luck in finding the rest of your rhyme? JfJ |
Subject: req: Wobblin' Goblin sheet music From: Joe Offer Date: 30 Dec 08 - 02:37 PM from another thread: The Mudcat Café TM Thread #40073 Message #2527653 Posted By: GUEST 30-Dec-08 - 02:31 PM Thread Name: pumpkin carols Subject: RE: pumpkin carols My mother was an elementary music teacher and she use to teach us "The Wobblin' Goblin with the Broken Broom" all the kids just loved it. Does anyone know who wrote it and where I can get the sheet music for it? Lyrics are above. Does anybody know where to get sheet music? -Joe- |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Cluin Date: 01 Nov 08 - 06:00 PM Mr. Ghost Goes to Town [lyrics] |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,wazzy Date: 01 Nov 08 - 04:34 AM I had been looking for a song I remember learning as a child. It goes-- "Your all alone in the country and the night is black as pitch. something something there's no such thing as a witch. Please help/ Thank you |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: ClaireBear Date: 25 Oct 08 - 06:10 PM The Wobblin' Goblin lyrics are already on this forum -- in fact, in this very thread. Just scroll up -- or if you are feeling very lazy, click here to go there directly. Claire |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,Diane from Philly Date: 25 Oct 08 - 06:00 PM WOBBLIN' GOBLIN AND THEN ONE DAY HE USED HIS BRAIN AND BOUGHT HIMSELF AN AERO PLAIN. I remember learning that song in grade school too and that's one verse I can remember. I was singing what I can remember of it to my grandchildren, so if anyone knows all the verses please write. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,Mr Red at work Date: 23 Oct 08 - 10:27 AM I wrote one to the tune of the Old Barbed Wire And I intend singing it tonight at the Michinhampton FC nr Stroud (every Thurs in the Crown) I will post the words when I can get back to my machine |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: Bryn Pugh Date: 23 Oct 08 - 10:20 AM There is a fragment, or a remnant which I think is about the Wild Hunt : I shall go forth in shape of a hare With sorrow and dule and mighty care And I shall go in the Old One's name, Aye, till I come back again. But we shall go as hunting dogs And hound thee over hags and bogs, And we shall go in the Lady's name, Aye, to fetch thee back again. Samhain Greetings to all Brothers and Sisters. Blessed Be. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 22 Oct 08 - 08:35 PM can some1 plz send me the lyrics for when witches were waltzing? demari200@gmail.com |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,halloween friend Date: 16 Oct 08 - 02:26 PM I just found this sight because I wanted to find the full lyrics to when witches were waltzing too... I learned it when I was in school 15 years ago and two of the verses stayed with me, but I cannot remember the third verse... the two I know are below, but if someone can post the full lyrics, including the third verse, it would be great! Happy Halloween everyone!! ~halloween friend One night I went walking out into the wood And found that I wandered much more than I should For I came to a meadow, a magical spot Where witches were waltzing I never forgot What a wild and weird and wonderful sight When witches were waltzing On Halloween night I wanted to watch so I hid in a tree I said to myself, "Can't believe what I see!" Twas the Pumpkin Polka, the Goblin Govat When Witches were waltzing I never forgot What a wild and weird and wonderful sight When witches were waltzing On Halloween night |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,me Date: 30 Sep 08 - 01:31 PM cool beans dude |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,symon Date: 09 Aug 08 - 12:29 PM Does anyone know "Widdecombe on the Moor"? (The place is called -"Widecombe in the Moor" but I'm sure the poem was ("On") It starts "The devil came to Widdecombe with thunder and with flame / He left behind at Widdecombe a terror and a fame" and goes on for about 20 verses. I think it was by A L Salmon. Cheers Symon |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: katlaughing Date: 02 May 08 - 11:33 PM I've sent an email asking the guest to post the lyrics for When Witches Were Waltzing. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST Date: 02 May 08 - 10:59 PM I have the words to the lyric "When Witches Were Waltzing".... I taught school years ago, and had so much fun teaching/singing this song with my students. Let me know if you'd like the words...you may already have them since there has been a lapse of 6 months. My email address is marquitasmorgan@gmail.com |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,caitlin daugherty Date: 31 Oct 07 - 06:53 PM hey..... my friend get extra credit if she can find the lyrics for "when witches were waltzing" by LINDA WILLIAMS and it could help her out....thank you....caitlin |
Subject: Lyr Add: ADDAMS FAMILY THEME From: Jack Blandiver Date: 26 Oct 07 - 10:35 AM They're creepy and they're kooky, Mysterious and spooky, They're all together ooky, The Addams Family. Their house is a museum Where people come to see 'em They really are a scream The Addams Family. (Neat) (Sweet) (Petite) So get a witches shawl on A broomstick you can crawl on We're gonna pay a call on The Addams Family. |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,Judy Cook Date: 25 Oct 07 - 07:23 PM The moon across the velvet sky was creeping, creeping The very shadows seemed to lie sleeping, sleeping When all at once, behind the shed A ghostly shape without a head Jumped and like a phantom fled. Leaping, Leaping. And another one from early childhood: Jack O'Lantern Pumpkin Head he is a fearful sight I should hate to meet him in the middle of the night By day he is a pumpkin; but just you wait 'til night From out of eyes and nose and mouth there shines a yellow light. Judy |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,Nicole Eastly Date: 24 Oct 07 - 09:38 PM Does anyone know the lyrics to the theme song from the TV show "The Addams Family" |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: The Sandman Date: 24 Oct 07 - 12:49 PM Annual General Meeting Of the Ghosts [John M Garret] |
Subject: RE: halloween songs From: GUEST,GUEST Date: 24 Oct 07 - 12:46 PM Every late October my church has their Halloween party, and I play on the piano such Halloween tunes as I remember, including the "Wobblin' Goblin" mentioned so many times here. From my elementary school days is one which I only recall in part: 1. ? ??? ??? ??? ??? ????, ?eeping, ?eeping ? ??? ??? ??? ??? ????, ?eeping, ?eeping when suddenly behind the shed a ???? ???? without a head ? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??ed, creeping, creeping 2. I followed where the autumn leaves were sighing, sighing. I saw the pumpkins in the sheaves, lying, lying The phantom ran without a sound and swifter than a hunting hound and vanished with a single bound flying, flying Maybe somone else has sung it too? |
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