Melody Time/Transcripts

Part 1A Theme Song:
Female Chorus: ♪Melody Time, Melody Time♪

Man: ♪Melody time♪

Female Chrous: ♪Doo-doo-doo-doo♪

♪It's time to swing along♪

♪Doo-doo-doo-doo♪

♪To a happy land of sound♪

♪Where love is the thing♪

♪Doo-doo-doo, Doo doo doo-doo-doo♪

♪Melody time♪

♪Doo-doo-doo-doo♪

♪It's time for sweet romance♪

♪Doo-doo-doo Doo-ooh♪

♪Won't you give your heart a chance♪

♪To join in and sing♪

♪Join in and sing♪

♪Take a tip from the birds♪

♪You don't need words♪

♪No words♪

♪For music has charms♪

♪Doo doo-doo doo-doo, oooh-ooh♪

♪It's the language of love♪

♪When your love's in your arms♪

♪Doo doo-doo doo-doo-doo♪

♪Doo, doo, doo♪

♪Rhythm and rhyme♪

♪Sure help a heart along♪

♪Doo doo-doo Doo doo-doo♪

♪So come on and sing a song♪

♪It's melody time♪

Female Chorus Continues: ♪Doo doo-doo-doo♪

♪Doo doo doo, Doo doo-doo♪

♪Doo doo-doo, Doo-doo doo-doo♪

Doo doo-doo, doo-doo

Doo doo-doo-doo

Doo doo doo, Doo doo-doo

Doo doo-doo doo-doo♪

♪It's melody time♪

Yes, it's melody time.

Time to hitch your wagon to a song,

'cause a song is the one and only thing...

that will take you over the rainbow...

where music is king.

So come on and join in the fun.

There's something here for everyone.

You'll find rhythm and romance,

reason and rhyme,

♪♪[Vocalizing]

something ridiculous--

♪Something sublime♪

♪Oh, you can't go wrong if you swing along♪

♪With melody, harmony

Come to thejubilee♪

All: ♪It's melody...♪ ♪time♪♪

Part 1B - Once Upon A Wintertime
Narrator: 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♪

Chrous: 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,  ♪

♪Merry bells no longer chime♪

♪We'll remember♪

♪Once upon a wintertime♪

♪Remember December, once upon a wintertime♪

Ending:

♪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♪

Part 2A: The Bumble Boogie
Narrator: 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.

♪♪♪

Part 2B: Johnny Appleseed
Narrator: 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,

one comes upon a tinpot hat,

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.

Paul Bunyan: 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 1806 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♪

♪And 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

We're strong and hardy men

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.

It was a mighty big, fierce place

for a man to face.

A little man, and all alone,

without no knife, without no gun.

Though the forest is dark and wide,

with fearsome critters on every side,

Johnny just kept walking on.

He walked until he found

a spot of open ground

with fertile soil and warm breeze,

a likely place for apple trees.

The varmints couldn't know

if John was friend or foe.

Some took off in sudden flight.

And some got set to claw and bite.

If Johnny saw them, he paid no heed,

just got busy planting apple seed.

Varmints came from everywhere

to watch him digging there.

Didn't like what they were seeing,

didn't trust no human being.

That ornery human had to go.

But who was going to tell him so?

Not a soul could answer that till

there came a black and white cat.

He weren't too bright

but he didn't care.

He knowed he had a certain air

about him.

Well, sir, that done it.

The critters had never seen that,

the likes of a human liking that cat.

Why, this little man had busted

every precedent.

He was the very first to come

without no knife, without no gun.

And so it was, from that time on,

every varmint was a friend to John.

They surely was.

The Lord is good to me

And so I thank the Lord

For giving me the things I need

The sun and rain and apple seed

Yes, he is good to me

As time went by,

Johnny kept planting his apple trees

and making friends everywhere.

His best friends were the pioneers,

for he was planting more than trees.

He was planting

his own boundless faith and courage.

That gave folks new heart,

new hope in the job they had to do.

As more pioneers came

to push back the forest,

the kindly deeds

of Johnny Appleseed

spread throughout the land.

More than once, with a good jubilee,

folks would honour

Johnny Appleseed

and the fruit of the apple tree.

Come out to the right of the ring.

Inside arch.

Ain't gonna rain, got no thunder.

First and third, follow swing.

Come out of the ring.

I'll swing yours and you swing mine.

I'll swing my girl.

Go straight to a do-si-do

kicking out dough.

A little bit of roll, home we go.

If John was passing, he'd mosey over

and look in on the doings.

It tickled him how the fruit of

his labours brought folks together.

Now, duck for the apple.

Thank you, son. Apple core!

Bite that apple to the core.

Ready now.

Men left with the left hand.

Back to your partner

Whirl them right, whirl them wrong,

right then left. Apple core!

Look at the pretty girl's eye

once more.

Come and get it! The table's set!

It's all waiting to be ate.

Come and get it!

- Apple pickle.

- Mighty tasty.

- Apple butter.

- Apple pastry.

- Apple dumplings.

- Like some apple sass?

Johnny brought folks

a heap of happiness.

He wasn't looking for thanks.

Didn't have time for it.

He knowed a man can't rest

if he aims to plant the wilderness

in apple trees.

So for more than 40 years,John

walked and planted that old frontier.

40 years of walking and planting.

In that space of two score year,

this little man throwed his shadow

clear across the land,

across 1 00,000 miles square.

In that shadow everywhere,

he left his blessings three.

God and faith

And the apple tree

For sleeping,

you take the cake. Get up.

- We've a long trip to make.

- Why, Mr Angel, howdy do?

- I'm fine. And how be you?

- I'm fine.Just feeling...

Who's that, sleeping in the dusk?

- That's just your mortal husk.

- My husk?

You mean to say I'm...

I'm passed away?

I just can't go!

Got crops to harvest, seeds to sow.

Now, now, now, hold on, boy!

Down here on earth,

your work is through.

But yonder, well,

we need you,Johnny.

Yep, we sure do.

You think we have

most all we please, but we ain't.

We're kind of short on apple trees.

Well, I swan!

I didn't know. What are we waiting

for? Come on, let's go!

We're wasting time, let's get going

Get them apple trees growing

There's a lot of work up there to do

There's a lot of work to do!

Now you know why,

whenever I see that certain sky,

I think of little John.

If you recall, them clouds

ain't really clouds at all.

They're apple blossoms if you please

from John's heavenly orchard

of apple trees.

And some day

there'll be apples there

For everyone in the world to share

The Lord is good to me!

Part 3A - Little Toot
Narrator: There's drama, excitement

and harmony for three

in this story of adventure

on the sea.

Featured in this epic

is a ship of proud design.

It's not this ocean liner,

we take a different line.

With a huff, a puff, a chug-chug-chug

and a perky little hoot,

we introduce our hero,

the tugboat, Little Toot.

Andrew Sisters Singing: Little Toot was just a tug

A happy harbour tug

He came from a line

of tugboats fine and brave

But it seems that Little Toot

Simply didn 't give a hoot

Though he tried to be good

He never could behave

Heave-ho, my lad!

I'm a big toot just like my dad

Pull big boats with a yo-heave-ho

And away we go

Chug-a-chug-chug-chug

He made the ocean liners wait

While he made a figure 8

With the greatest of ease

He cut through the seas

He went too far one day

He slid in Big Toot's way

And it wasn 't a joke

For it nearly broke Big Toot's pride

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

When there's work to be done

All you think of is fun

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

Little Toot had quite a scare

He decided then and there

That he'd try to be good

As good as he could be

So when his dad came puffing slow

With a mighty ship in tow

Little Toot went to help him

Take it out to sea

Heave-ho, my lad!

I'm a big toot just like my dad

Push big boats with a yo-heave-ho!

And away we go!

Chug-a-chug-chug-chug

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

When you get into trouble

You get into it double

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

What a shame, what a shame

You've disgraced your father's name

Won 't you ever grow up

Little Toot?

1 2 MILE LIMI Bad boy!

Shame!

Too bad!

He was drifting all around

When a storm came crashing down

In the billowing sea he tossed

He was filled with fear

He knew the rocks were near

With the waves in pursuit

Little Toot knew all was lost

Then he saw a rocket's flare

Bursting in the air

And he suddenly knew

That he must do or die

A ship was in distress

As he puffed an SOS

He raced to the rescue

Of the ship nearby

Try!

Do or die!

It seems you've grown up, Little Toot

Toot toot!

You're a brave

You're a brave Little Toot

Can 't you hear that cheering crowd?

You have made your daddy proud

You are now a big toot, Little Toot

Yes, you're now

a great big toot, Little Toot!

Part 3B - Trees:
Narrator: There's poetry in trees.

Then one day a poet found it.

Then a music master

wove around it a melody.

An artist touched it, gave it form

in colours rich and warm.

Now we bring to you these three,

poem, picture, melody.

A simple tribute to a tree.

Joyce Kilmer Singing: I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth

is pressed

Against the earth 's

sweet flowing breast

A tree that looks at God all day

And lifts her leafy arms to pray

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair

Upon whose bosom snow has lain

Who intimately lives with rain

Poems are made

By fools like me

But only God

Can make a tree

Part 4A- Blame it on the Samba
Narrator: With the intoxicating rhythm

of the samba,

we serve up a musical cocktail

with true Latin American flavour.

If three boisterous

birds of a feather

fall under the influence

of this tropical tempo,

don't blame them,

blame it on the rhythm of the samba.

Dinning Sisters: If your spirits have hit a new low

And they long to hit a new high

One little musical cocktail

Will lift them to the sky

Mix a jigger of rhythm

With the strain of a few guitars

Add a dash of the samba

And a few melodious bars

And then,,,

And then,,,

You take a spark of bossa

One fandero

Take a wiggle

You've got the fascinating rhythm

of the samba

And if guitars are strumming

Birds are humming

Drums are drumming

Then blame it on the samba

It's the beat you cling to

The type of song you sing to

The kind of thing you swing to

With the beat in your feet

When you're bouncing

to the beat you're reeling

With the carioca feeling

But if you want to hit the ceiling

Here is all you have to do

You take a spark of bossa

One fandero

Take a wiggle

You've got the fascinating rhythm

of the samba

Part 4B - Pecos Bill (Blue Shadows on the Trail)
Narrator: Here's a tall tale, just the way

the old timers used to tell them.

Pecos Bill was the roughest, toughest

shootingest cowpoke that ever lived.

Any story about Pecos

is bound to be strong medicine.

Maybe it's best

to sashay into it gently.

Roy Rogers, Bob Nolan, Trigger, and the Sons of the Pioneers: Shades of night are falling

As the wind begins to sigh

And the world is silhouetted

Against the sky

Blue shadows on the trail

Blue moon shining through the trees

And the plaintive wail

from the distance

Comes a-drifting

On the evening breeze

Move along, blue shadows!

Move along!

Soon the dawn will come

And you'll be on your way

But until the darkness

sheds its veil

There'll be blue shadows

On the trail

Move along, blue shadows

Move along

Move along

Soon the dawn will come

And you'll be on your way

On your way

But until the darkness

sheds its veil

There'll be blue shadows

On the trail

Shadows on the trail

But until the darkness

sheds its veil

There'll be blue shadows

On the trail

Shadows on the trail

Uncle Roy, what makes the wolves

howl like that?

Wolves? Those are coyotes.

Yes, Bobby's right.

They howl when the moon is bright.

- Why?

- That's quite a story.

- Cowboys in it?

- Yes, sirree.

- Indians, too?

- Could be two or three.

Mostly this story's about Pecos Bill.

Pecos Bill? Who's he?

- Never heard of Pecos Bill?

- Imagine!

I thought everybody knows Pecos.

Bill was the world's

greatest buckaroo.

The roughest, toughest critter

Never was a quitter

Cos he never had no fear

for man or beast

Pecos Bill was...

Easy, Trigger,

I won't forget his horse, Widowmaker.

- Widowmaker?

- That's a funny name.

That horse earned it, just the same.

- A killer.

- Dynamite.

Widowmaker was Bill's best pal.

Until along came

that beautiful prairie gal.

- Shucks, a woman!

- But what a woman.

She was fresh as the dew

On a prairie rose

A true thoroughbred

From her head to her toes

That there was Slue Foot Sue

Sweet Sue

I'd rather hear about the coyotes.

You started to say...

Why coyotes howl at the moon

that way?

You're right. It all fits together.

You can't tell one without the other.

The story of Bill and that gal

is the story of why coyotes howl.

I'm getting to the details now.

Here on the map of the old US,

completely surrounded by wilderness,

lies Texas.

- There are some other states.

- Like Wyoming.

- Milwaukee.

- Long Island South.

Down Texas way, a river flows.

Where it comes from nobody knows.

Down Texas way, a river flows.

Where it comes from nobody knows.

Where it's going, don't no one care.

Just glad it's leaving there.

- The Pecos River.

- Pure alkali.

- Naturally mean water.

- The buzzards won't even touch it. Luana: Uncle Roy, what makes the wolves howl like that?

Wolves? Those are coyotes.

Yes, Bobby's right.

They howl when the moon is bright.

- Why?

- That's quite a story.

- Cowboys in it?

- Yes, sirree.

- Indians, too?

- Could be two or three.

Mostly this story's about Pecos Bill.

Pecos Bill? Who's he?

- Never heard of Pecos Bill?

- Imagine!

I thought everybody knows Pecos.

Bill was the world's

greatest buckaroo.

The roughest, toughest critter

Never was a quitter

Cos he never had no fear

for man or beast

Pecos Bill was...

Easy, Trigger,

I won't forget his horse, Widowmaker.

- Widowmaker?

- That's a funny name.

That horse earned it, just the same.

- A killer.

- Dynamite.

Widowmaker was Bill's best pal.

Until along came

that beautiful prairie gal.

- Shucks, a woman!

- But what a woman.

She was fresh as the dew

On a prairie rose

A true thoroughbred

From her head to her toes

That there was Slue Foot Sue

Sweet Sue

I'd rather hear about the coyotes.

You started to say...

Why coyotes howl at the moon

that way?

You're right. It all fits together.

You can't tell one without the other.

The story of Bill and that gal

is the story of why coyotes howl.

I'm getting to the details now.

Here on the map of the old US,

completely surrounded by wilderness,

lies Texas.

- There are some other states.

- Like Wyoming.

- Milwaukee.

- Long Island South.

Down Texas way, a river flows.

Where it comes from nobody knows.

Down Texas way, a river flows.

Where it comes from nobody knows.

Where it's going, don't no one care.

Just glad it's leaving there.

- The Pecos River.

- Pure alkali.

- Naturally mean water.

- The buzzards won't even touch it.

Into this fertile garden spot

came a prairie cart.

There was Ma and Pa and 1 6 brats,

- four hound dogs.

- And a couple of cats.

- Going west looking for elbow room.

- Sure could use some of the same.

Crossing the river bed,

something fell out on to his head.

They didn't even know he was gone.

The wagon just kept rolling along.

It was Bill, poor little critter.

Homeless as a poker chip.

Along came night and a prairie moon

Old Ma Coyote a-hurrying home

She was due for a shock

at herjourney's end

The stork had delivered a dividend

- One more than usual!

- It had never happened before.

Probably one of them

new-fangled models.

- Bill looked up and grinned

- Shucks!

Ma 's old heart just caved in

Bill saw that he needn 't fear

He'd staked himself a claim here

Headed straight for the chuck wagon.

Bill was hungrier than a woodpecker

with a headache.

It followed as natural fact

that Bill growed up

with that coyote pack.

He soon became the top hand

in a way they all could understand.

Little Bill couldn't rest

till he'd proved himself the best.

He studied other varmints, too,

then showed them a trick or two.

Outloped the antelope.

Outjumped the jackrabbit.

Bill even outhissed

the rattlesnake.

Then one day

Across the burning sand

A stranger came

To the Pecos land

The usual committee

Was there today

To welcome their guest

In the usual way

Fifty to one weren't no fair fight,

but one plus Bill

made it just about right.

Well, it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

They stuck together like warts on a toad, like birds of a feather.

When Bill growed up, of course, he chose a career to suit him and his horse.

Yep, Bill become a rootin', tootin' cowboy.

Man & Cow Yelling: Yaaaa-hooo!

♪♪♪

Roy: Pecos Bill was quite a cowboy down in Texas

And the western superman, to say the least

Chorus: He was the roughest, toughest critter

Never known to be a quitter

Cause he never had no fear of man nor beast

So yippee aye-ay, aye-ay, yippee aye-o,

For the toughest critter west of the Alamo.

So yippee aye-ay, aye-ay, yippee aye-o, aye-o

(Pecos & Widowmaker yodeling)

Roy: Once, there was a drought spread all over Texas,

So to sunny Californy he did go.

And though the gag is kind of corny, he brought rain from Californy

That's the way we got the Gulf of Mexico.

Chrous: So yippee aye-ay aye-ay, yippee aye-yo,

For the toughest critter west of the Alamo.

(cattle mooing)

Bob: Once a band of rustlers stole a herd of cattle,

But they didn't know the herd they stole it was Bill's.

And when he caught them villains,

Pecos knocked out all their fillings.

That's the reason why there's gold in them hills.

Roy: So yippee aye-ay,

Chorus: Aye-ay,

Roy: Yippee aye-o,

Chorus: aye-o,

Roy: For the toughest critter west of the Alamo.

Chorus: Oh, Pecos lost his way, while traveling on the desert, water!

It was 90 miles across the burning sand, water!

He knew he'd never reach the border, water!

If he didn't get some water, water!

(Widowmaker neighing)

Roy: So he got a stick and dug the Rio Grande.

While a tribe of painted Indians did a war dance,

Pecos started shooting up their little games,

He gave them such a shake-up

That they jumped out from their make-up

That's the way the Painted Desert got its name

So yippee aye-ay aye-o!

For the toughest critter west of the Alamo

Chrous: Ohh!

Roy: While reclining on a cloud high over Texas,

with his gun, he made the stars evaporate.

Then Pecos saw the stars declining,

so he left one brightly shining

as the emblem of the lone star Texas state.

So yippee aye-ay, aye-ay, yippee aye-o!

Yep, them was happy days

for Bill and that horse.

Looked like nothing

could come between them.

Then it happened.

Bill was happy that day,

killing time in his carefree way,

inventing the one-man rodeo

and butting heads with the buffalo.

Poor Bill, happy as a hog

in a turnip patch and then,

Old Man Fate started dealing

from the bottom of the deck.

Down the stream came Slue Foot Sue,

all her charms revealed to view.

Like something from a dream,

the first woman Bill's ever seen.

She was strange.

- Unusual.

- Yeah, but powerfully stimulating.

Like a slug of rye

on an empty stomach.

Give him a right peculiar feeling,

set his senses reeling,

with a pounding inside his ears

like the galloping of steers.

His chest was churning

His brain was burning with a fire

that could only be cooled...

In the beckoning depths

Of two blue limpid pools

Yep, l'amour had come to Pecos Bill.

Widowmaker was puzzled.

Looked like trouble to him.

He sure was right.

Bill was busy inventing courting,

western style.

He arranged for the moon

To risejust right

And flood the land

With a silvery light

Ordered the stars

In heaven above

To form a token

Of undying love

Then across the sky

In words of fire

Bill told sweet Sue

Of his own heart's desire

Sweet Sue

I love you

Sue named the wedding day

but Bill had a price to pay.

Sue wanted a bustle,

the finest, of course,

and she aimed to be wedded

riding Bill's horse.

Sue got her bustle

and it was classy.

Put the finishing touch

on her chassis.

That happy blushing bride

was busting with girlish pride.

But Bill had promised her

a ride on Widowmaker.

Would that horse let Sue ride?

Here comes the answer.

Fit to be tied!

- Widowmaker was irritated.

- But that didn't bother Sue.

She walked up to his side,

touched his bristling hide.

With a flick of her bustle, Sue

was aboard and sat for the tussle.

The proceedings commenced

forthwith.

No doubt about it, that Sue

was a regular female buckaroo.

And then... that bustle.

Underneath the frills and flounces,

Sue developed plenty of bounces.

More than she could handle.

Then Sue took off

like a Roman candle.

That devilish contraption

of steel and wire

bounced the poor girl

higher and higher.

It was plain to the multitude

that Sue was gaining altitude.

Looked like she was a goner.

But no! A ray of hope.

Look! Bill and his trusty rope.

He'd darned soon put a stop to this.

Shucks. Bill was never known to miss.

Bill was calm, confident.

He built his loop with careless ease.

He judged his distance,

tested the breeze.

Then a whirl and a twirl and

a twist of the wrist, he let her go!

But the champion missed!

How it come to happen,

nobody could figure out.

She was off again

on her heavenly flight.

Up she went, clean out of sight.

Till, far into space,

this unfortunate maid

finally come to the moon,

and that's where she stayed.

In the state of Texas, USA, life

still goes on in the same old way.

The Pecos River still flows on, but

the greatest cowboy on earth is gone.

Yeah, Bill went back to the coyotes,

but he never forgot Sue.

Every night when the moon was high,

he'd lift his voice

in a mournful cry,

bewailing the fate of his lady fair,

his long-lost love

in the sky up there.

So painful was his grief to see, the

varmints joined in out of sympathy.

That's how come, to this very day,

coyotes howl at the moon that way.

Move along, blue shadows

Move along

Move along

Soon the dawn will come

And you'll be on your way

On your way

But until the darkness

sheds its veil

There'll be blue shadows

On the trail

Shadows on the trail