The Muppets Show Theme

I had an uncle named Matthew He was his father's only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas He was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky All the stories that he told me Back when I was just a lad All the memories that he gave me All the good times that he had Growin' up a Kansas farm boy Life was mostly havin' fun Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a view beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky Well, I guess there were some hard times And I'm told some years were lean They had a storm in forty-seven A twister came and stripped them clean He lost the farm and lost his family He lost the wheat and lost his home But he found a family Bible Faith as solid as a stone Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky So he came to live at our house And he came to work the land He came to ease my daddy's burden And he came to be my friend So I wrote this down for Matthew And it's for him the song is sung Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a mule beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field Blue's just a Kansas summer sky Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue's just a Kansas summer sky

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air, there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing, people passing Meeting smile after smile And on every street corner, you'll hear Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmastime in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmastime in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Soon it will be Christmas day

The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth The wind is the hand of our father the sky The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings The weaper of darkness, the bringer of dawn The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow The wind is the singer who sang the first song The wind is a twister of anger and warning The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running The sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day The wind knows the songs of the cities and canyons The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea The wind is the taker and giver of mornings The wind is the symbol of all that is free So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers Follow her summons when she calls again In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind