Spring and Summer Songs

Knock, knock, knock.

Please open up the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
I'll try just once more.
Knock, knock, knock.
Now that makes three.
Please my dear friends,
Won't you come and sing with me?
OR
Gathering together in a circle we will sing.
Gathering together we will make a golden ring.
This is my trunk. I'm a tall, tall tree.
In the springtime the blossoms bloom on me.
They open, they open.
This is my trunk. I'm a tall, tall tree.
In the summer the breezes blow through me.
I bend, I bend.
This is my trunk. I'm a tall, tall tree.
In the autumn the apples fall from me.
They drop, they drop.
This is my trunk. I'm a tall, tall tree.
In the winter the snowflakes fall on me.
They fall. They fall.
Traditional, Sing a Song of Seasons (6)
One misty, moisty morning when cloudy was the weather.
There I met an old man, clothed all in leather.
Clothed all in leather with a strap under his chin.
How do you do? How do you do?
How do you do again?
Ring a round the rosie. A pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Cows are in the meadow eating buttercups.
Thunder, lightening we all stand up.
Ring a round the rosie. A pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Drip, drip, drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip, drip.

Rain, rain, rain. Drippy, dreary rain.
No a rainy day will never make me cry.
Let it rain, let it pour. Let it rain more and more.
Just open up those black clouds and wash out the sky.
(also a fun song for bath time)

Inch by inch, row by row.

Gonna make this garden grow.
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground.
Inch by inch, row by row.
Someone bless these seeds I sow.
Someone warm them from below
Til the rain comes tumbling down.
David Mallett, The Garden Song
Under the ground, where the Earth is firm,
I met a wiggly, wiggly worm.
Good Morning, I said
How are you today?
But, that wiggly worm just wiggled away.
A farmer once planted some little brown seeds
with a pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pat-a-pat, pat.
He watered them often and he pulled out the weeds
with a tug, and a tug and a tug, tug, tug.
The seeds grew tall and green in the sun
with a push, push here and a push, push there,
And a beautiful plant grew from each one....
J. Westrup, Spring Poems, Songs and Stories (44)
M.T. Schunemann, Sing a Song of Seasons (12)
Crocus, crocus, waken up.
Catch a sunbeam in your cup.
Meyerkort, Spring Poems, Songs and Stories (20)
Here's a branch of snowy May,
A branch the fairies gave me.
Would you like to dance today,
With a branch the fairies gave me?
Dance away, dance away,
Holding high the branch of May.
Dance away, dance away,
Holding high the branch of May.
Traditional Dutch, Sing A Song of Seasons (17)
A little brown seed went to sleep in the ground.
In his little brown nighty he slept very sound.
The winter wind raged and roared overhead,
But the little brown seed did not stir in his bed.
But when Spring came tiptoeing over the leaves
With fingers to lips as soft as can be.
The little brown seed just lifted his head,
Threw of his nighty and jumped out of bed!
A. Fairman, Spring Poems, Songs and Stories (20)

Restful Seasonal Songs

All the rain is falling down. Hear the rain falling down.
All the rain is falling down. Hear the rain falling down.
We all lie snuggling in our shelter. Feel the safety of our shelter.
We all lie snuggling in our shelter. Feel the safety of our shelter.
Jaimmie Stugard
Mother Earth, Mother Earth, take our seed and give it birth.
Father Sun, gleam and glow, til the roots begin to grow.
Sister Rain, Sister Rain, shed the tears to swell the grain.
Brother Wind, breathe and blow, then the blade all green will grow.
Earth and Sun, Wind and Rain, turn to gold the living grain.
E. Hutchins, E. Lebret, Spring Poems, Songs and Stories (46)
Drift away, toward your dreams.
In your dreams there is peace.
Drift away, toward you dreams.
In your dreams there is peace.
Drift away, drift away, drift away, drift away....
Jaimmie Stugard
When you love somebody so much.
Sometimes you miss her.
But you don't have to cry, my dear.
Your mama's angel's always near.
Your mama's spirit lives right here.
Jaimmie Stugard, Longing