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SAMIT AND THE DRAGON
Every evening, just at bedtime
Samit puts his armor on
Jumps up on his great white stallion
Grabs his sword and then he’s gone
Riding faster than the wind
He races through the countryside
Moonlight streaming down on him
He’s off to fight the Dragon that’s been
Burning him inside
Soon he sees the giant body
Of a little boy asleep
He rides up to the giant ear
And listens to the giant breathe
He knows the giant’s really him
And he must go inside, it seems
He’s bigger than a mountain range
And Samit knows the Dragon’s waiting
In the Land of Dreams
Then Samit yells his battle cry!
Hah-Ba-Rheee! Hallooo-ah-lay!
The stallion rears and charges in
And Samit knows they’re both afraid
Through the twisting, turning tunnels
Hoofbeats pound the passageways
Along the bloody, steaming rivers
Within the giant’s neck, brave Samit
Gallops through the maze.
Through the viney sinew forest
Under tendon trees and bone
They can feel the Dragon roaring
Soon they’ll reach the Dragon’s home
Then through the smoke of burning flesh
The Dragon’s laugher cuts the air
He throws his hot and stinking breath
The stallion trips, brave Samit falls
Into the Dragon’s lair!
Then Samit sees the Dragon’s eye
He sees the hint of fear within
Could it be?! Hah-Rruuu! Hah-Rraii!
The Dragon is afraid of him!!?
The power runs through Samit’s arms
He feels the rainbow light inside
He draws his mighty healing sword
And strikes the fire-breathing monster
Right between the eyes!
The Dragon knows his days are numbered
His fire’s gone, he turns to run
He’s growing smaller, growing weaker
And Samit knows the time has come
He raises up his healing sword
He’s stronger than the Foul Disease!
The Dragon screams and disappears
And now, the giant body of this boy
Can heal in peace.
He whistles for his stallion, who
Comes running to his Master’s side
And Samit leaps up on his back
And off again for home they ride
Off again for home they ride.
Every evening, just at bedtime
Samit puts his armor on
Jumps up on his great white stallion
Grabs his sword and then he’s gone.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1985, Moose School Music (BMI)
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