The goslings are crying...

Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go Tell Aunt Rhody
Go Tell Aunt Rhody
The old grey goose is dead.

The one that she's been savin'
The one that she's been savin'
The one that she's been savin'
To make a feather bed.

She died in the millpond
She died in the millpond
She died in the millpond
From standin' on her head.

The goslins are crying
The goslins are crying
The goslins are crying
Because their mammy's dead.

The gander is weeping
The gander is weeping
The gander is weeping
Because his wife is dead

He taught me that it's okay to sing songs or read books about death to children. He introduced me to what became Quinn's favorite book after Maggie died. He touched more children with his songs and inspiration than he probably realized. I found out today that Tom Hunter was diagnosed with Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease, soon after ending a 30 year gig of speaking to teachers and helping us use more music in our classrooms in order to take on the challenge of being a Minister at his local church. He took his last breath on June 20th while his family was there singing "The Garden Song". I will always remember him as I sing some of his favorite songs with my preschoolers and Quinn and Liam.

The Garden Song

Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless these seeds I sow
Please keep them safe below
'Till the rain comes tumbling down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
We are made of dreams and bones
Need a place to call my own
'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Till my body and my brain
Tell the music of the land

Someone else singing another version of The Garden Song go here.