Them Stars Them Stars! How often I've laid on the prairie and watched 'em go sweeping around My bronco a dosin' beside me and nary a breeze nor a whisper of sound I've learnt the main bunch of the heavenly ranches, there's Jupiter, Venus and Mars Religion? He don't know it's primary branches, what ain't been alone with the stars Some clusters is branded, the Dipper. the Lion, the Eagle, the Sarpent, the Bear The Horns O' the Bull and the Belt O' Orion, and Cassie O' Whats Her Name Chair But lots of 'ems mav'ricks roamin' the ranges, stampeded all over the sky No part of the big panorama that changes from winter to summer, and why? Well maybe it's gospel and maybe be sold me, but here's the whole story at least, That Big Chief Citola he told to me the night of the corn-planting feast When all of the mountains was set in their stations an' threaded with canyons and rills The star worlds, the last of the mighty creations was layin' in heaps on the hills In masses of silver, gold and of copper, shining and polished and new Poured out on the granite like corn from the hopper, a-waitin' their place in the blue First come the Bear o' the Mountain who faces the North from his cave afar He lifted his paws to the heavenly spaces an' laid out his picture in stars Then over the peaks of the Western Dominion the Eagle who battles the storm Flew up to the heavens with star dusted pinions and printed the line of his form Next that the tribes and nations should wonder, the Buffalo leaped to the sky That shag headed bison whose beller is thunder emblazoned him image on high Well maybe it's gospel and maybe he sold me, but here's the whole story at least That Big Chief Citola he told to we the night of the corn-planting feast And then came coyote so crafty and clever, a scalawag all the way through That yap throated critical varmint who never is pleased with what other folks do Sez he "Them Stars was intended to brighten the outermost reaches of night And you go and use 'em in pictures to heighten your glory and that isn't right" Sez he "I'll show you how Stars should be planted" and he jumped in the glittering piles He kicked and he gamboled, he danced and he rambled and he scattered 'em millions of miles So that's why they glimmer at sixes and sevens, stampeded all over the vault A lastin' disgrace to the orderly heavens, and it's all that coyote chaps fault Well maybe it's gospel and maybe he sold me, but here's the whole story at least That Big Chief Citola he told to we the night of the corn-planting feast From Margaret MacArthur CD, _Them Stars_, Whetstone Records, 1996 (Tune by Margaret MacArthur, (c) 1996, words: traditional) She found the poem, "Star Planters" in the Ben Gray Lumpkin archives at the University of Colorady in 1983. It was contributed by Emma Rachel Moomaw Hutchins in 1964 as a song collected by Hazel Ecker of Green River, Utah. Unable to forget the verses and unable to contact either of these women, MacArthur was eventually wrote the tune. AS oct00
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