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JOHNNY APPLESEED
©Gary Bowman

Now, gather round, and listen to my story
Of a man who walked the land, planting apple trees
And, they called him Johnny Appleseed

Barefoot, in tattered, ragged clothes
And everywhere that Johnny went, the settlements would grow
So, raise a glass to Johnny Appleseed

Stars overhead, Hollow log for a bed,
Rest beside a gentle, flowing stream
With a tin pan on his head, The legend soon spread 
Of an oddity called Johnny Appleseed

With songs of praise and thanksgiving
And gentleness and kindness to every living thing,
So sing a song for Johnny Appleseed

Some folks like their apples in a cobbler
Some like their cider, and others apple jack
So, raise a glass to Johnny Appleseed.

Stars overhead, Hollow log for a bed,
Rest beside a gentle, flowing stream
With a tin pan on his head, The legend did spread 
Of an oddity called Johnny Appleseed

Now, gather round, and listen to my story
Of a man who walked the land, planting apple trees
And, they called him Johnny Applesee