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WIND, WIND
Tune: Row, Row, Row Your Boat”
Wind, wind, blow the clouds
Fast across the sky.
Blow the branches back and forth
In the trees so high.
Elizabeth Scofield
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W I N D Y
Tune: “Bingo”
There’s a weather
That I like
And Windy
Is it’s name-o.
W-I-N-D-Y,
W-I-N-D-Y,
W-I-N-D-Y,
And Windy
Is it’s name-o!
Adapted Traditional |
COLORS IN THE AIR
Once I hung some ribbons, high up in a tree.
I hung them on branches, for everyone to see.
They were so very pretty, with colors everywhere.
Now when it is windy, there are colors in the air.
Jean Warren
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HAT’S ARE BLOWING
Tune: “Frere Jacques”
Hats are blowing,
Hats are blowing,
In the air,
Everywhere!
Every time the wind blows,
Someone’s hat, away it goes.
Hold on tight
And you’ll be all right!
Jean Warren |
WIND TRICKS
The wind is full of tricks today,
It blew our newspaper far away.
It chased the trash can down the street.
It almost blew me off my feet.
It makes the trees and bushes dance,
Just listen to it howl and prance!
Adapted Traditional
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THIS LITTLE WIND
This little wind blows silver rain,
This little wind blows snow.
This little wind sings a whistly tune,
This little wind sighs low.
This little wind rocks baby birds
And branches to and fro.
Adapted Traditional |
THE PLAYFUL WIND
The wind came out to play today.
It swept the clouds out of its way.
It blew the leaves, and away they flew.
The trees bent low, and their branches did too.
Adapted Traditional
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THE WIND IS
BLOWING
Tune: "Here We Go 'Round The Mulberry Bush"
Oh, the wind is blowing - all over town,
All over town, all over town.
Oh, the wind is blowing all over town,
Just like so. (Child blows)
Oh, the trees are bending - way down low,
Way down low, way down low.
Oh, the trees are bending - way down low,
Just like so. (Child bends low)
Oh, the kites are flying - watch them go,
Watch them go, high then low.
Oh, the kites are flying - watch them go
Just like so. (Child pretends to fly kite)
Continue with "Oh, the clothes on the line - flop to and
fro" "Oh, the flag on the pole - waves fast and slow"
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TALKING TREES
When the gentle breezes blow,
The trees are talking, oh so low.
But when they start to swing and sway,
I know they’re shouting, “Time to play! |
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