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Music at arbor: Sing, Say, Learn, and Play

Arbor students enjoy two or three music periods every week, as well as singing frequently in class groups and at school assemblies. You can find a few of our favorites below.


Now let me tell you a story 'bout a man named Charlie
On this tragic & fateful day:
He put 10 cents in his pocket, kissed his wife & family
Went to ride on the MTA.

CHORUS:
But did he ever return? No, he never returned
And his fate is still unlearned (Poor Charlie!)
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned.

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain.
When he got there the conductor told him "One more nickel!"
Charlie couldn't get off that train.

[CHORUS]

 

Don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing' don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright

Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying', (this is my message to you)

 

Cold wind on the harbor and rain on the road
Wet promise of Winter brings recourse to coal
There's fire in the blood and a fog on the shore
The giant will rise with the moon

CHORUS:
So, crash the glass down!
Move with the tide
Young friends and old stories are burning inside
Crash the glass down!
Fingal will rise - with the moon. 
With the moon.

 

Oh, Señor Don Gato was a cat.
On a high red roof, Don Gato sat.
He went there to read a letter
Where the reading light was better.
'Twas a love note for Don Gato!

Oh, the note was from a feline fair
Who was so divine, with fluffy hair.
There was not a sweeter kitty,
(Meow, meow, meow)
In the country or the city,
(Meow, meow, meow)
And she said she'd wed Don Gato.

Oh, Don Gato jumped so happily
He fell off the roof and broke his knee.
Broke his knee and all his whiskers,
(Meow, meow, meow)
And his little solar plexus.
(Ow, ow, ow)
"¡Ay, caramba!" cried Don Gato.

Now all night long Charlie rides through the tunnel
Saying, "What will become of me?
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea
Or my cousin in Roxbury?"

[CHORUS]

Charlie's wife goes down to the Scollay Square Station
Every day at a quarter past two
And thru the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train comes rumblin' through.

[CHORUS]

Now you citizens of Boston, don't you think it is a scandal
That the people have to pay & pay?
Fight the fare increase, vote for Walter O'Brien
And get Charlie off the MTA!

©  Jacqueline Steiner and Bess Lomax Hawes

 
 
 

Singing' don't worry 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing' don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright

Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Sayin', this is my message to you

Singin' don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh
Every little thing gonna be alright, don't worry
Singin'…

 
 

In inclement weather the people are fey
Three thousand year stories as night slips away
Remembering Fingal feels not far away
The giant will rise with the moon.

[CHORUS}

The wind's in the North, there'll be new moon tonight
And we'll make a circle to dance in its sight.
Come, light all the torches and build fires bright
The giant will rise with the moon.

[CHORUS]

 
 

 

Oh, the doctors all came on the run,
Just to see if something could be done.
And they held a consultation
(Meow, meow, meow)
About how to save their patient,
(Meow, meow, meow)
How to save Señor Don Gato.

But, in spite of everything they tried,
Poor Señor Don Gato gave up and died.
And it wasn't very merry
(Meow, meow, meow)
Going to the cemetery
(Meow, meow, meow)
For the ending of Don Gato.

As the funeral passed the market square,
Such a smell of fish was in the air.
Though his burial was slated,
(Meow, meow, meow)
He became re-animated.
(Meow, meow, meow)
He came back to life, Don Gato!