Minters Spring

Walking through the moss rocks and down the winding trail
We carried our lunch in our little tin pails.
Eager to see what each new day would bring
We headed for the school at old Minters Spring.

The rain and cold weather left our clothes wet
Those long walks to school, I remember them yet.
Our little bare feet, blue from frost sting
We were headed for the school at old Minters Spring.

When spring arrived, some days we were late
There were butterflies to chase and Mrs. Royder’s cake.
Those things were important and everything
As we headed for school at old Minters Spring.

Our teacher was small she had pretty red hair
We loved her as a treasure, we knew she was rare.
She gave us the spirit to make our heart sing
As we headed for the school at old Minters Spring.

I remember those days more than any other
All in one room with sister and brother.
There was something there, that was a special thing
As we headed for the school at old Minters Spring.

I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder about everything
What makes flowers blue and the grasses green
What power makes the birds soar
And why on earth does the lion roar?

The lion is such a beastly thing
The animal world says he is king
The elephant’s trunk hangs down so low
Why is it called a trunk, where does he go?

Did Humpty Dumpty really fall off a wall
Is the Jolly Green Giant ten feet tall
Does the humming bird really hum
Can the little tin soldier really play a drum?

How about Rudolph and his shiny red nose
Beauty and the Beast and the blue rose
I can’t help wonder about all this
The prince, Snow White and the magic kiss.

How could a cow jump over the moon
Did the seven little dwarfs all sleep in one room?
I wonder about all this fairy tale bliss
And I’m so afraid there’s something I’ll miss.

Old Man Will

There was an old house sittin’ on a hill
Belonged to an old man by the name of Will
Folks say it was haunted and I believe it too
Just listen to the story I’m about to tell you.

One dark night when the moon was high
Folks said they could hear an old woman cry
They said they could see her wrapped up in a chain
Her head split open without any brain.

The rats were crawling in and out of her hair
Folks wanted to get closer but they didn’t dare
She was killed with an ax, they said, by old man Will
After he’d done it he ran off down the hill.

He ran to the swamps all murky and damp
Folks say he’s still there, livin’ like a tramp
They say he went, crazy as a loon
He won’t come out of that horrible lagoon.

Dogs started howling late one night
The town folk started looking at a terrible sight
The old house was burning in a terrible roar
The old lady was laughing as never before.

She was free at last of the house on the hill
Some folk say she went down to get even with Will
They say when the moon is full at night
You can hear them in the lagoon having a terrible fight.

She beat him with the chain, she had just begun
To torch him for the evil he had done
She was out to get even with old man Will
For what he had done that night on the hill.