Join Musician Johnny Bregar in a camp-in sign-along on May 1st. Johnny has provided lyrics for his songs "Goin to the Farm" and "Christmas Cove" that you can print for the livestream or for whenever you watch. We've added links to his Youtube channel so you can practice as well.
First song is “Goin to the Farm” by Johnny Bregar
It’s a Saturday morning and we’re all goin to the farm It’s a Saturday morning and we’re all goin to the farm We’re goin to the valley where the warm winds blow The people know how to use shovels and hoes It’s a Saturday morning and we’re all goin to the farm
Beep, beep – here we go
When we get there the farmer says how do you do! When we get there the farmer says how do you do! Sittin on a tractor way up high She says come on up, let’s go for a ride When we get there the farmer says how do you do!
Beep, beep – here we go Farmer says hi – how do you do!
The first thing we see is a Ruddy Duck on a pond The first thing we see is a Ruddy Duck on a pond Farmer says hey – well I’ll be darned Those ruddy ducks sure love a good farm The first thing we see is a Ruddy Duck on a pond
Beep, beep – here we go Farmer says hi – how do you do! Quack quack – duck on a pond
Then we got to see a merino sheep eating grass Then we got to see a merino sheep eating grass
If you want to knit a mighty fine sweater Merino wool doesn’t get much better Then we got to see a merino sheep eating grass
Beep, beep – here we go Farmer says hi – how do you do! Quack quack – duck on a pond Baa baa – have you any wool
Then we all saw a Dutch Hen playing guitar Then we all saw a Dutch Hen playing guitar Well that my friends was quite a surprise So we stopped to watch her play for a while Then we all saw a Dutch Hen playing guitar
And she went like this!
Then we all saw a totally crazy sight Then we all saw a totally crazy sight Behind that chicken was an Angus cow Doin the hokey pokey with a Yorkshire Sow Then we all saw a totally crazy sight
Beep, beep – here we go Farmer says hi – how do you do! Quack quack – duck on a pond Baa baa – have you any wool Pickin chicken – bockity bock Oink Moo – a sow and a cow
About half way up in the state of Maine if you turn hard to your right
And walk straight to the ocean shore, your heart fills with delight Nestled in, among the trees where the Northern Lobster grows Is a little town called Christmas Cove where I’d sure like to go
Chorus: Oh Christmas Cove, where the southerlies blow The sailors and the fishermen all come in from the cold Oh Christmas Cove, in summer’s shady groves The lobsters jump right in the pot, way up in Christmas Cove
If I had a sailboat I’d sail to Christmas Cove Where the water sparkles silver and the sand is shiny gold I would build a little house and perch it on a rock So I could set out on the porch and sing til 9:00 o’clock
Chorus: Oh Christmas Cove, where the southerlies blow The sailors and the fishermen all come in from the cold Oh Christmas Cove, in summer’s shady groves The lobsters jump right in the pot, way up in Christmas Cove
In the summer I would swim, and look for lobster claws In the autumn I would hunker down, as the leaves began to fall In winter time I’d ski between the moose tracks in the snow Then spring would bring the lupins out, way up in Christmas Cove
Chorus: Oh Christmas Cove, where the southerlies blow The sailors and the fishermen all come in from the cold Oh Christmas Cove, in summer’s shady groves The lobsters jump right in the pot, way up in Christmas Cove
