I think that we learned that song in 2nd or 3rd grade, singing it often, in Public School 244 in East Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York. It intrigues me, that I remember so many of those grade school songs. It may be because they offered release from the usual, from the nearly every day routine, wake, breakfast, walk to school, lunch, walk home, play ball/games with the many, many children on that E. 58th Street, await my Mother’s called for “Dinner,” followed by homework and bed. Nearly everyday the same. Travel back then was unknown, no one claimed to have gone much beyond that East 58th Street.
This image you see here? Total release from the monotony of my earlier life. No more go to work everyday, no more interaction with those only 15% interested in me and mine. No more emotionless conversations and necessary politenesses.
I am Blessed to be where I am, able to bust-out (my lingo) and visit human-less trails, in the homes of beasts, birds and butterflies, snakes, turtles and a world I am only now learning, the world of botany, it so diverse it astounds me.
“I love to go a-wandering, Along the . . .” Raccoon Creek State Park, Hookstown, Pennsylvania, 7,256 miles from Jerusalem, 9,078 miles from Sri Lanka
Jeff, from Urban Boy to Rural/Wilderness Man (Thank Y-u G-d) and here’s the full Scout Song lyrics:
The Happy Wanderer I love to go a-wandering, Along the mountain track, And as I go, I love to sing, My knapsack on my back. Chorus: Val-deri,Val-dera, Val-deri, Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Val-deri,Val-dera. My knapsack on my back. I love to wander by the stream That dances in the sun, So joyously it calls to me, "Come! Join my happy song!" I wave my hat to all I meet, And they wave back to me, And blackbirds call so loud and sweet From ev'ry green wood tree. High overhead, the skylarks wing, They never rest at home But just like me, they love to sing, As o'er the world we roam. Oh, may I go a-wandering Until the day I die! Oh, may I always laugh and sing, Beneath God's clear blue sky!
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Music grabs your heart … like butterflies.
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