Songs I thought everyone knew

There are quite a lot of songs that I thought everyone knew, and have only been disabused of the notion by the consistently blank look on the Boy Wonder's face whenever I sing them. A lot of them have specific religious overtones which I put down to the fact that they were taught to me by my Mum, the primary school music teacher, but I still like them, mostly because they include such odd concepts. These include: The Rain Song On Monday morning he got up. “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” “I can’t go to school today,” he said “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” Chorus: Antonio! Antonio! it’s raining, it’s raining again!” On Tuesday morning he got up. “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” “I can’t play football today,” he said. “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” On Wednesday morning he got up. “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” “I can’t go shopping today,” he said, “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” On Thursday morning he got up. “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” “I can’t go swimming today,” he said, “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” On Friday morning he got up. “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” “I can’t paint the house today,” he said, “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” On Saturday morning he got up. “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” “I can’t sweep the floor today,” he said, “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” On Sunday morning he got up. “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” “I can’t cook the dinner today,” he said, “It’s raining, it’s raining again!” (by John Parry apparently) Any Time You Need a Calypso Any time you need a calypso here is what you must to do first of all you need a rhythm so shake a little, shake a little, shake a little shaker and you bang a drum and you sing and strum and then there's a calypso for you The inexplicable voting song Vote, vote, vote for Bloggle In comes Boy Wonder at the door Boy Wonder is the one that we all like best So we don't need Bloggle any more, shut the door. What Will You Do Today What will you do today to keep the classroom tidy Come along surprise me - what'll you do today I'll sweep up the pencil sharpenings and I'll put them in the bin And I'll put it very tidily away Have You Seen the Pussycat? Have you seen the pussycat sitting on the wall? Have you heard his beautiful purr? (Prrrr) Have you seen the lion walking through the xxx? Have you heard his terrible roar? (ROAR!) One so big, one so small Our heavenly father cares for them all One so big, one so small Our heavenly father cares Have you seen the children coming home from school? Have you heard them shout 'Hooray'? (Hooray!) Have you see the grown-ups coming home from work? Saying 'What a horrible day' (What a horrible day) The Butterfly Song If I was a butterfly I'd thank you Lord for giving me wings If I was a Robin in a tree, I'd thank you Lord that I could sing If I was a fish in the sea, I'd wiggle my tail and I'd giggle with glee, But I just thank you Father for making me me. Chorus: Well you gave me a heart And you gave me a smile You gave me Jesus and made me your child So I just thank you Father for making me me. If I was an elephant, I'd thank you Lord by raising my trunk If I was a kangaroo, You know I'd hop right up to you If I was an octopus, I'd thank you Father for my good looks But I just thank you Father for making me me If I was a fuzzy wuzzy bear, I'd thank you Lord for my fuzzy wuzzy hair. If I was a wiggly worm, I'd thank you Lord that I could squirm If I was a crocodile, I'd thank you Lord for my big smile But I just thank you Father for making me me I Cannot Come (this one has so many opportunities for hilarity, I'm surprised anyone ever actually put it into a book of songs for schools) A certain man held a feast On his fine estate in town He laid a festive table He wore a wedding gown He sent invitations To his neighbours far and wide But when the meal was ready, Each of them replied: I cannot come, I cannot come to the banquet, Don't trouble me now I have married a wife, I have bought me a cow, I have fields and commitments That cost a pretty sum Pray, hold me excused, I cannot come! The master rose up in anger, Called his servants by name Said: "Go into the town, Fetch the blind and the lame Fetch the peasant and pauper For this I have willed My banquet must be crowded And my table must be filled." I cannot come, I cannot come to the banquet, Don't trouble me now I have married a wife, I have bought me a cow, I have fields and commitments That cost a pretty sum Pray, hold me excused, I cannot come! When all the poor had assembled, There were still rooms to spare So the master demanded: "Go search everywhere To the highways and the byways And force them to come in My table must be filled before The banquet can begin!" I cannot come, I cannot come to the banquet, Don't trouble me now I have married a wife, I have bought me a cow, I have fields and commitments That cost a pretty sum Pray, hold me excused, I cannot come! Now God has written a lesson For the rest of mankind: If we are slow in responding He may leave us behind. He is preparing a banquet For that great and glorious day, When the Lord and Master calls Us be careful not to say: I cannot come, I cannot come to the banquet, Don't trouble me now I have married a wife, I have bought me a cow, I have fields and commitments That cost a pretty sum Pray, hold me excused, I cannot come! The Good Samaritan (from memory - this one had an incongruously jaunty tune and made use of some pretty tired rhymes. I will try and find more lyrics when I go back to the rentals for Christmas) Once a man set out to go Down the road to Jericho On the way he was attacked By some thieves who hurt his back Something something something i Left him lying there to die Everybody's Building All over the world, Everywhere, where the sun shines And where the white snow gleams In the green green forests and by the streams Hands are busy, plans are made And slowly, slowly, somewhere somebody's house is made Everybody's building, everybody's building, everybody's building day by day Everybody's building everybody's building, everybody's building in a diiiiiiiiifferent way It's the Springs up in the Mountains (from Come and Praise?) It's the springs up in the mountains That make rivers for the plains That do xxxxx in the cities till they reach the sea again And the rivers make the oceans and the oceans make the rain And we all have to live in one world Now the Green Blade Riseth Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain, Wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain; Love lives again, that with the dead has been: Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green. In the grave they laid him, love whom men had slain, Thinking that never he would wake again. Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen: Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green, Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain, He that for three days in the grave had lain. Quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen: Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green. When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain, Thy touch can call us back to life again; Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been: Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green This is just a snippet which me and my brother used to sing in a manner which was probably a lot less holy and respectful than was intended (or maybe not!) Bright dawned the morning on Gethsemane's cave? Mary Magdalene came to weep at the grave What did she find when she came full of care The stone rolled away and her saviour not there! Mary, Mary weeping at the tomb Along came Jesus and he took away her gloom ETA - After a brief grilling from me last night, my Mum has promised to try and find sources for some of these songs, so hopefully I will be reunited with the correct words soon!