The songs on this page are from Drawbridge Puppet Theater productions that are no longer performed.
THE OLD SONGS HOME
(Vocal version)
(Instrumental version)
(Sung by the fairy, Wishteria)
WISHTERIA'S SONG

Wake up now children, feel the gentle breezes.
Winter is over
Feel the sunshine, oh how it pleases.
Slumber no more.

Awaken. Awaken my dears, have no fear
Spring is here, oh spring is here.

Sing the season, sing the lovely hour.
Feel the rhythm
So Master Oak Tree and dainty Maiden Flower
hear nature calling,

Awaken. Awaken my dears, have no fear
Spring is here, oh spring is here.

NORMA
(Vocal version)
(Instrumental version)

Norma has banquets everyday
served on silver plates.
She eats, she feasts, she fills her face.
And curse her she never gains weight.

Norma, Norma
What I'd do for a piece of pie.
Oh if I can't eat like Norma
I'll just die.

Norma has servants at her call.
They jump at her command.
She gives them no peace, none at all.
And that must surely be grand.

Norma, Norma
How'd you get it so good.
Oh someday I'll live like Norma.
Knock on wood.



YOU ARE DOOMED, MR. SCROOGE
(Sung by the Christmas Ghosts)
(Vocal version)
(Instrumental version)

(Vocal version)
(Instrumental version)
A HUMBLE LITTLE CHRISTMAS
(Sung by Bob Cratchet)


FISHERMAN'S STEW
JOHNNY APPLESEED'S SONG
THE APPLE TREE'S SONG

(Verse 2)
(Verse 1)
From "The Three Wishes"
From "The Three Wishes"
(Sung by the woodcutter's wife)
From "The Fisherman & His Wife"
(Sung by the Fisherman)


(Instrumental version)
Verse 1
I like my toes and I like my nose
And I like my feet just fine.
And all I need is all I have
and all I have is mine.

I like my clothes with their ragged holes
and I like the air I breathe.
And I like my life and I like my wife
with the dirt between her teeth.

Oh what goods am I after?
Not a thing 'cept for Fisherman's Stew.
What goods am I after?
Not a blessed thing 'cept for Fisherman's Stew.

Verse 2
I don't need riches and I don't need fame.
I don't need a shirt with cuffs.
'Cause all I've got is all I need
And all I need's enough.

So keep your mansion, your castle high
and keep your palace too.
I'll take my shack as a matter of fact
And I won't be a wee bit blue.

Oh what goods am I after?
Not a thing 'cept for Fisherman's Stew.
What goods am I after?
Not a blessed thing 'cept for Fisherman's Stew.
From "A Christmas Carol"
What can a poor man do
when he’s got but a penny or two
but have a humble little Christmas,
humble little Christmas time?
A humble little Christmas,
humble little Christmas time.

What can a poor man sing?
What words can he be caroling
but a humble little Christmas,
humble little Christmas rhyme?
A humble little Christmas,
humble little Christmas rhyme.

And way....ay....ay.....up there,
I see an angel in the air;
and she’s looking down in wonder
at all the goodwill that she sees.
Promising everyone fond Christmas memories.

What can a poor man try,
that will light up an old friends eye?
Just a humble little Christmas,
humble little Christmas cheer.
A humble little Christmas,
humble little Christmas cheer.

And way ....ay.....ay ....up there,
I see an angel in the air.
And he’s looking down in wonder
at all the faith in man he sees,
promising everyone fond Christmas memories.
From "A Christmas Carol"
From "Johnny Appleseed"
From "Johnny Appleseed"
(Vocal version)
(Vocal version)
(Instrumental version)



You are doomed, Mr. Scrooge.
You are doomed today.
So bid adieu, Mr. Scrooge
we're taking you away.

Where you'll do more harm to humankind
and you'll not get in the way.
And we'll dress you up fine
in some chains we've designed.
Yes you'll be quite a ghoulish display.

Look at you, Mr. Scrooge.
What have you become?
There's always room for Mr. Scrooge
down where we come from.

Where you'll no longer cause any pain or distress
or destroy all the gladness you see.
And you'll howl and you'll moan
as the Christmas bells tone
'cause you've brought on your own misery.

Mr. Scrooge ahhhh
Mr. Scrooge ahhhh
Mr. Scrooge ooooh
Here I now plant thee little seeds,
my ever pleasant toil.
Down in the warmth of this fertile bed,
I’ll tuck you in with soil.
There ‘neath your quilt of Mother Earth,
your magic will uncoil;

as you grow tall and mighty,
yes, you’ll grow tall and mighty;
so fine and uprightly o’er the land.

Then we’ll have apples a-hangin’ high,
hangin’ there a-plenty.
See the settlers clap their hands
and bless their fortunes gently.
And on this fruit shall children feed,
from two till beyond twenty;

as they grow tall and mighty;
oh, all day and nightly;
so strong and uprightly o’er the land.

May these trees help unite thee
as you spread yourselves forthrightly,
like stars shooting brightly o’er the land.
Born two years before the nation
Johnny Appleseed.
Still recalled with celebration
Johnny Appleseed.
He would travel ‘cross the Old West
Johnny Appleseed.
Walking through the ancient forest
Johnny Appleseed

He would come like a breeze
with his sack full of seeds to sow.
And it all grew as planned
where this barefooted man did go.

Friend of every man and creature
Johnny Appleseed.
The frontier’s unlikely preacher
Johnny Appleseed.
All the children loved to hear him
Johnny Appleseed.
tell his tales of adventure and wisdom
Johnny Appleseed.

When he came like a breeze
with his sack full of seedlings grown
for the new settlers there
who’d perhaps need a pair of their own.

And so we sing with simple pleasure
Johnny Appleseed.
about this man, our nation’s treasure
Johnny Appleseed.
Johnny Appleseed.
Johnny Appleseed.
(Sung by Johnny Appleseed)
(Sung by the Apple Tree & Friends)