J The Wind in the Willows
J Sang softly to me
J Follow my voice
J Wherever it leads
J From mountains, through valleys
J To deep rolling seas
J Born on the wings of the breeze I
VWnter ships the VWld Wood bare,
its icy wind whislfim lhmwh bane branches.
Reedsstandsfiffinfmzensbeamsand ditcheswfreielittleboatsaremoored.
The secret woodland paths disappear in deep drifls of cold, white snow.
Vwnterisafimeforkeepingwann andsnugincosyrooms
andbeinggladyouwenoneed tosfiroutside.
Ratty, tucked away in his riverside home, slept a great deal,
Ivliflw early and rising late.
Dulinghlbsholfdan he somelilnes scnbbleda lillle song
ordidsoanesnulldomesticjob aboutthehouse.
Until the message came to his ears that wintertime was over.
Outside, Ratty could hear the riverbank just beginning to be busy again.
Moomens and dabchicks wem venturing about.
Ahedgespanuwsaraginthewillowbee.
swewdy, Pelhaps an alter, hid/W! slipped quietly upstream
flying not to disturb them.
And there was the unmistakable sound of his own old boat
rocking and creaking as the full, friendly river nuzled against it.
The first voices of spring vvene here. Wailing friends could begin again,
hoping, of course, that they wem not still asleep.
Molesleptevenmore
and took even longer to emerge fmm the cosy peacefulness of winter.
(Snores)
(Tap-EVE?)
C-Come in!
Wh-Wh-Wh...?
Ahh.
(Clock chimes)
(Tap-EVE?)
Hello, old chap. Didn't wake you up, did I?
No, Ratty, l...l was awake.
Ratty, l...heard...a knocking.
That's right, old fellow. That was me. I just knocked at the door.
Not quite awake yet, eh? Can I come in?
Oh, yes, yes. Of course.
- Anything wrong, Mole? - N-No, it's just that I...
...heard something.
You listen, Ratty.
Can't hear a thing. I dare say you were dreaming.
No, no. It's just that I... heard something.
Next thing you know, you'll be telling us Mole End is haunted.
You don't want to stay here. Come out for a little stroll with me.
No, thank you, Ratty. It's a bit early in the year for me.
Just as you say. But thing are waking up along the riverbank.
I shall probably get the boat out tomorrow. See you in a day or two.
- Mm? - Bye, old chap.
Don't go to sleep again now.
(Clock gears whirr)
(chimes)
(Tap-EVE?)
Wh-Who's there?
(Tap-EVE?)
Now then, whom?
Mole! My dear young friend, a little early, aren't you?
Sony, Badger. I wanted your advice.
Advice? Certainly. Come in, come in.
Noises?
Noises you...can't quite account for.
Oh, THAT kind of noises.
- Get 'em all the time underground. - Oh.
Roots of trees move, you know.
- Very slowly. - Yes.
Makin' a sort of...
...scratchin' noise.
Mm-hm. Mmm, yes.
Then other animals burrow in and tap inadvertently against one's house.
- Ah. - They retire when they find it's occupied.
- Naturally. - And there are always the woodpeckers.
Firesome creatures.
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
Ahh.
But what was the advice you were seekin', Mole?
Nothing, Badger, thank you.
It's really... It's not important.
Mmm.
ButwhenMolewasbackhome,
heseemedtobeoorrleawareoncemore of noises hecouldn? account for.
(Vi?)
Surely that wasn'! a mot?
(Scratch)
And no bunowirag animal made that noise.
(Thudl)
And that was certainly not a Woodpecker.
Ohhl
(T w!) Wey-hey-heyl
Toadyl
Hello, Mole, old chap! I say, what do you think of this, eh?
What is it?
It's the latest thing in sporting conveyances.
- It goes at 27 miles an hour! - Good heavens.
Jump in and we'll take a breeze up to the hall.
I asked Ratty, but he was awfully busy.
- I've something I'd like you to do for me. - Of course!
A little spin up to Badgefs perhaps?
Vmml Vmml Vmml
Bmml Eeeel
Brrrrnnl
Yes! e'll give him a surprise. Or an errand down to the rabbits?
- Well, no... - Watch their faces when they see us!
Eeeeee-yowl
- Toad, I want you to come in. - Bmml Bmml
Bmml Bmml
Eeeee-yowl
- What? - Inside, Toady. For a cup of tea.
And scones. And blackberry jam.
Oh, well, yes. I'll just let the engine cool down a trifle.
I'm so glad you dropped in, Toad. You always cheer me up.
The truth is, being alone here I've begun to imagine things.
Perfectly natural, my dear fellow. What kind of things?
Well...ghosts, actually.
Ghosts?!
Ghosts?
All nonsense, of course.
- Not necessarily. - Not...?
There's nothing I don't know about ghosts.
There are thousands of ghosts in Toad Hall.
- Are there? - Oh, any number of them.
All members of the family.
J In days of old when toads were bold And ancestors were great
J They used to pop off early At a most remarkable rate
J At Toad Hall, you know There are ghosts who just wouldn't go
J The ghouls and ghosts and spirits of toads from long, long ago
JWoo-oo-oo
J Nothing frightens me
J There's a ghost in every bedroom Up the tower and in the hall
J Toad the Unlucky's occasionally seen Vanishing through the wall
J He has an invisible friend Who me to the same sticky end
J As the ghouls and ghosts and spirits of toads from long, long ago
JWoo-oo-oo
J Nothing frightens me
J There's a skeleton in the cupboard In the room beneath the stairs
J And the ghost of Lady Mary Who might catch you unawares
J She creeps up by your bed And whispers, "Hello, I'm dead!"
J The ghouls and ghosts And spirits of toads from long, long ago
JWoo-oo-oo
J Nothing frightens me
J There's a ghost who hoots at midnight
J There's one who hoots at six
J And toady bands with heads in hands Are bringing their horrible tricks
J They say they're all over the place And they've only got part of a face
J The ghouls and ghosts And spirits of toads from long, long ago
JWoo-oo-oo
J Nothing frightens me
J Uncle Hector, he's the spectre On the dark and stormy nights
J He wails and moans and shakes his bones and blows out all the lights
J One hears the odd rattling of chains It's probably only the drains
J Ghouls and ghosts And spirits of toads from long, long ago
J The ghouls and ghosts And spirits of toads from long, long ago! J
Don't you ever get frightened of noises?
- Me?! Ho-hol Never! - Oh, good.
- (T 8P) - Ah! What's that?
Oh, thank you for the tea, Moley. I mu-must be going now.
The r will be getting o-oold.
But you haven't had any...
"scones and jam.
Ooh.
Oo-ooh.
(Wind howls)
Silly.
All nonsense, of course.
- No such thing as... - (Rustle)
Oh, no!
A pieoe of plaster!
Ghosts don't throw pieces of plaster.
AIWWEY. I don't believe in g...g-ghosts.
For all his miidness and nervous disposition, once Mole made up his mind
he was a very determined animal.
Bother!
Oh, blow!
And now his detenninalion was rewarded.
Hedgehog!
What are YOU doing there?
Thehedgehoghadwokenup fmmarefreshingsleep
inanestofdryleavesinahollowbee,
dinedaboutabit, asonedoeswhenonefirsturakesup,
and tumbled down into the mots of the tree above Hale's house
vmerehewasfinnlyfliPPed-
I knocked and I knocked, but I couldn't make you hear.
Oh, what a fool I've been!
Ghosts, indeed!
Ghosts?
I-I-I can't quite reach you.
Oh!
What ghosts?
Don't worry, Hedgehog. There aren't any.
I'll go and get some help.
Hello, Mole! This is a windy night to be out walking. Come in!
Ratty, I'd like you to come out.
We need to rescue a hedgehog.
They will get into these scrapes. Shan't be a minute.
What do we need? Ropes? Block and tackle? Pick-axes?
There you are, old chap. Nothing worse than being trapped underground.
- Especially with ghosts. - Ghosts?
Well, yes, I'll have to explain about that, Ratty.
(Ratty) So there wasn't really any ghost at all?
(Mole) No. But Toad says there are lots at Toad Hall.
(Ratty) Well, I've never seen one. I don't suppose Toad has, either.
J They say they're all over the place And they've only got part of a face
J The ghouls and ghosts And spirits of toads from long, long ago
JWoo-oo-oo
J Nothing frightens me... I
- (Wind howls) - on.
Oh!
Waaahl
Aaahl
Ohhh.
Oh, Moleyl
Ohhl
What's that?
Aaaahl
Waaahl
Aaaowl
Ooh.
Oh, Badger!
(chimes)
Waaahl
Nya-hah I
Ooh-hoo-hool
Wahl
oh'
Oooh, Rattyl Moleyl
Badger!
J Spin me a dream
J Woven silver and gold
J From sunshine and shadows
♪ And days long ago
J Where people are memories
J And stories unfold
J Willows
J The tales you have told me
J Wind in the Willows
J You just seem to know
J Who you n turn to
J And which way to go
J To unwind your wondrous mind
J Wind in the Willows
J Take me there I