WINTERFEST 2015 - GRADE 3 LYRICS
Winterfest will be held on Saturday, December 5th, 2015.
Arrival time: 10:45
Performance time: 11:00
THIS HOLIDAY
© 2015 Plank Road Publishing, Inc. International Copyright Secured • All Rights Reserved
Light the candles, light the lights this holiday. Fire up the brightest brights this holiday.
Put on your merry, put on your glow. Let you inner spirit show.
Bring out the happy, bring out the cheer. It’s that magic time of year!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la la la!
This holiday, this holiday! La! This holiday, this holiday!
See the twinkling everywhere this holiday. Sounds of joy are in the air this holiday.
Put on your festive, put on your glee. Put a star upon a tree.
Bring out the jolly, bring out the fun. Celebrations have begun!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la la la!
This holiday, this holiday! La! This holiday, this holiday!
Peaceful feelings all around. Voices sharing sweetest sounds.
Peaceful feelings all around. Voices sharing sweetest sounds. Oh!
Oh everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
© 2015 Plank Road Publishing, Inc. International Copyright Secured • All Rights Reserved
Light the candles, light the lights this holiday. Fire up the brightest brights this holiday.
Put on your merry, put on your glow. Let you inner spirit show.
Bring out the happy, bring out the cheer. It’s that magic time of year!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la la la!
This holiday, this holiday! La! This holiday, this holiday!
See the twinkling everywhere this holiday. Sounds of joy are in the air this holiday.
Put on your festive, put on your glee. Put a star upon a tree.
Bring out the jolly, bring out the fun. Celebrations have begun!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la la la!
This holiday, this holiday! La! This holiday, this holiday!
Peaceful feelings all around. Voices sharing sweetest sounds.
Peaceful feelings all around. Voices sharing sweetest sounds. Oh!
Oh everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
Everybody’s singin’ fa la la la, everybody’s singin’ fa la la!
GIDDY-UP (A SLEIGH RIDE SONG)
by Mary Donnelly © 2012 Hal Leonard Corporation
Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Giddy-up, it’s time to go.
Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Giddy-up, and don’t be slow.
‘Cause we’re riding in a sleigh to Grandma’s house today.
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Let’s go!
Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Giddy-up (giddy-up)! You can feel the cold wind blow.
Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Giddy-up (giddy-up)! As we glide across the snow!
But we’re bundled up so warm that we don’t mind the storm.
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Let’s go!
Gliding over frosty hills of white, sleigh bells jingling all the, jingle all the way.
All our hearts are merry and bright.
There’s never been a better way to spend a winter day (spend a winter day).
Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Now our hearts are all aglow.
Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Giddy-up (giddy-up)! It’s a feeling we all know.
There’s excitement in the air ‘cause we are almost there.
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Let’s go!
There’s excitement in the air ‘cause we are almost there.
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Let’s go! Giddy-up, let’s go!
by Mary Donnelly © 2012 Hal Leonard Corporation
Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Giddy-up, it’s time to go.
Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Giddy-up, and don’t be slow.
‘Cause we’re riding in a sleigh to Grandma’s house today.
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Let’s go!
Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Giddy-up (giddy-up)! You can feel the cold wind blow.
Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Giddy-up (giddy-up)! As we glide across the snow!
But we’re bundled up so warm that we don’t mind the storm.
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Let’s go!
Gliding over frosty hills of white, sleigh bells jingling all the, jingle all the way.
All our hearts are merry and bright.
There’s never been a better way to spend a winter day (spend a winter day).
Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Now our hearts are all aglow.
Giddy-up (giddy-up)! Giddy-up (giddy-up)! It’s a feeling we all know.
There’s excitement in the air ‘cause we are almost there.
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Let’s go!
There’s excitement in the air ‘cause we are almost there.
Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Let’s go! Giddy-up, let’s go!
OVER THE RIVER
Adapted/arr. John Riggio. Music K-8 23/2.
© 2012 Plank Road Publishing, Inc. • All Rights Reserved
Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods, oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go.
Over the river. Over, over!
Over the river and through the woods and straight through the barnyard gate.
It seems that we go so dreadfully slow; it is so hard to wait.
Over the river and through the woods, now Grandma’s cap I spy.
Hurrah for fun, the pudding’s done; hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
Over the river. Over, over!
Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods, oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go.
Over the river. Over, over! Oh!
Adapted/arr. John Riggio. Music K-8 23/2.
© 2012 Plank Road Publishing, Inc. • All Rights Reserved
Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods, oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go.
Over the river. Over, over!
Over the river and through the woods and straight through the barnyard gate.
It seems that we go so dreadfully slow; it is so hard to wait.
Over the river and through the woods, now Grandma’s cap I spy.
Hurrah for fun, the pudding’s done; hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
Over the river. Over, over!
Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods, oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go.
Over the river. Over, over! Oh!
NOT ANOTHER FRUITCAKE, PLEASE!
by Mark Weston © 2012 Alfred Publishing Co., Inc. All Rights Reserved
SOLO: As Christmas comes, old Santa, dear, I must confess again this year that I’m concerned to the point of fear for what you just might bring.
I’d welcome a laptop and several DVD’s, perhaps a loaded gift card for a few new MP3’s.
I’m counting on your delivery of things like these waiting under my tree, just not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
I’d settle for a Barbie or a model airplane kit.
Or if you must, a leg lamp, just for the fun of it.
I’d love a book of poetry or one of those hats in the shape of cheese,
just not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to suggest that they’re not a favorite of mine.
It’s just that they last such a long, long time,
And I haven’t eaten last year’s yet.
So not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, please! Please!
by Mark Weston © 2012 Alfred Publishing Co., Inc. All Rights Reserved
SOLO: As Christmas comes, old Santa, dear, I must confess again this year that I’m concerned to the point of fear for what you just might bring.
I’d welcome a laptop and several DVD’s, perhaps a loaded gift card for a few new MP3’s.
I’m counting on your delivery of things like these waiting under my tree, just not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
I’d settle for a Barbie or a model airplane kit.
Or if you must, a leg lamp, just for the fun of it.
I’d love a book of poetry or one of those hats in the shape of cheese,
just not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to suggest that they’re not a favorite of mine.
It’s just that they last such a long, long time,
And I haven’t eaten last year’s yet.
So not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, not another fruitcake, please!
Not another fruitcake, please! Please!
SANTA’S GOING ON A DIET
by Stephen Lawrence ©2004 Heritage Music Press, Inc. All Rights Reserved
Spoken:
While loading his sleigh, Santa asked his elf Corky, “Have the chimneys been shrinking or am I just to porky?”
Santa glanced at his belly and saw the solution. Then he boldly proclaimed his New Year’s resolution!
Santa’s going on a diet. It’s not easy but he’ll try it.
He’ll drop a couple pounds, but best of all,
He just might lower his cholesterol!
Next Monday, Santa’s starts his diet. “So long, junk food!”
He won’t buy it, naturally.
He’ll get those chips and fries off of his hips and thighs, you’ll see!
Santa’s on a diet and I hope he can bear it.
He gave up brownies for some beets and a carrot.
That double chocolate custard leaves him with dow-howts,
So he’ll have tuna with some alfalfa sprow-howts.
Mrs. Claus’s ravioli makes him so roly poly.
Gee, I’m glad I’m not a reindeer pulling his sleigh!
Santa’s going on a diet. It’s not easy but he’ll try it.
He’ll drop a couple pounds, but best of all,
He just might lower his cholesterol!
Next Monday, Santa’s starts his diet. “So long, junk food!”
He won’t buy it, naturally. He’ll get those chips and fries off of his hips and thighs, you’ll see!
Yummy yummy yummy. Ooo, yummy yummy wah-oo. No more chocolate pie!
Ooo, yummy yummy wah-oo. Tell those chips goodbye!
Ooo, yummy yummy wah-oo. Hello cottage cheese!
Ooo, yummy yummy wah-oo. Pass the celery please!
Yummy, yummy, yummy yum!
Santa’s through with pizza, at least that’s his intention.
He’ll eat more lettuce than a rabbit convention.
He can’t have nachos now, you must realize it.
He’ll order brussel sprouts and then “super size” it.
He should have never got those nine double decker tacos.
Hope he doesn’t break the shingles up on my roof!
Santa’s going on a diet. It’s not easy but he’ll try it.
He’ll drop a couple pounds, but best of all,
He just might lower his cholesterol!
Next Monday, Santa starts his diet. “So long, junk food!” He won’t buy it, naturally.
He’ll get those chips and fries off of his hips and thighs, you’ll see!
Yummy, yummy, yummy, YUM!
by Stephen Lawrence ©2004 Heritage Music Press, Inc. All Rights Reserved
Spoken:
While loading his sleigh, Santa asked his elf Corky, “Have the chimneys been shrinking or am I just to porky?”
Santa glanced at his belly and saw the solution. Then he boldly proclaimed his New Year’s resolution!
Santa’s going on a diet. It’s not easy but he’ll try it.
He’ll drop a couple pounds, but best of all,
He just might lower his cholesterol!
Next Monday, Santa’s starts his diet. “So long, junk food!”
He won’t buy it, naturally.
He’ll get those chips and fries off of his hips and thighs, you’ll see!
Santa’s on a diet and I hope he can bear it.
He gave up brownies for some beets and a carrot.
That double chocolate custard leaves him with dow-howts,
So he’ll have tuna with some alfalfa sprow-howts.
Mrs. Claus’s ravioli makes him so roly poly.
Gee, I’m glad I’m not a reindeer pulling his sleigh!
Santa’s going on a diet. It’s not easy but he’ll try it.
He’ll drop a couple pounds, but best of all,
He just might lower his cholesterol!
Next Monday, Santa’s starts his diet. “So long, junk food!”
He won’t buy it, naturally. He’ll get those chips and fries off of his hips and thighs, you’ll see!
Yummy yummy yummy. Ooo, yummy yummy wah-oo. No more chocolate pie!
Ooo, yummy yummy wah-oo. Tell those chips goodbye!
Ooo, yummy yummy wah-oo. Hello cottage cheese!
Ooo, yummy yummy wah-oo. Pass the celery please!
Yummy, yummy, yummy yum!
Santa’s through with pizza, at least that’s his intention.
He’ll eat more lettuce than a rabbit convention.
He can’t have nachos now, you must realize it.
He’ll order brussel sprouts and then “super size” it.
He should have never got those nine double decker tacos.
Hope he doesn’t break the shingles up on my roof!
Santa’s going on a diet. It’s not easy but he’ll try it.
He’ll drop a couple pounds, but best of all,
He just might lower his cholesterol!
Next Monday, Santa starts his diet. “So long, junk food!” He won’t buy it, naturally.
He’ll get those chips and fries off of his hips and thighs, you’ll see!
Yummy, yummy, yummy, YUM!
HERE COMES THE SNOW
Teresa Jennings © 2014 Plank Road Publishing, Inc.
Here comes the snow. It’s fallin’ down.
It’s fallin’ gently upon the ground.
Here comes the snow. It’s fallin’ down.
It leaves a blanket upon the ground, ground, ground.
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Peacefully the flakes of white are falling down on us tonight.
Stay in by the fireside or bundle up and go outside.
Down the road upon a sleigh, just having fun this winter day.
Down a hill upon a sled then snuggle in a winter bed.
Falling down, down, down, down. Falling down, down, down.
Here comes the snow. It’s fallin’ down.
It’s fallin’ gently upon the ground.
Here comes the snow. It’s fallin’ down.
It leaves a blanket upon the ground, ground, ground.
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Peacefully the flakes of white are falling down on us tonight.
Stay in by the fireside or bundle up and go outside.
Down the road upon a sleigh, just having fun this winter day.
Down a hill upon a sled then snuggle in a winter bed.
Falling, falling down, down, down, down. Falling, falling down, down, down.
Here comes the snow.
Teresa Jennings © 2014 Plank Road Publishing, Inc.
Here comes the snow. It’s fallin’ down.
It’s fallin’ gently upon the ground.
Here comes the snow. It’s fallin’ down.
It leaves a blanket upon the ground, ground, ground.
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Peacefully the flakes of white are falling down on us tonight.
Stay in by the fireside or bundle up and go outside.
Down the road upon a sleigh, just having fun this winter day.
Down a hill upon a sled then snuggle in a winter bed.
Falling down, down, down, down. Falling down, down, down.
Here comes the snow. It’s fallin’ down.
It’s fallin’ gently upon the ground.
Here comes the snow. It’s fallin’ down.
It leaves a blanket upon the ground, ground, ground.
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Snow (snow) snow (snow)! Snow (snow) snow (snow)!
Peacefully the flakes of white are falling down on us tonight.
Stay in by the fireside or bundle up and go outside.
Down the road upon a sleigh, just having fun this winter day.
Down a hill upon a sled then snuggle in a winter bed.
Falling, falling down, down, down, down. Falling, falling down, down, down.
Here comes the snow.