- Starting with Sounds.
(Upbeat music) (Playing Harmonica) - Hi everybody I'm Ketch Secor from, the band Old Crow Medicine Show, and I love to read.
And when I'm not reading, I might be writing, And when I'm not writing, I might be reciting.
I love to read, write, recite, and make music, And I'm about to do it all for you in this book.
This is the story called Lorraine, The girl who sang the storm away, written by me, Ketch Secor and illustrated by Barbara Higgins Bond, Here's her great picture right here.
Let's begin.
Lorraine, the girl who sang the storm away.
On a Tennessee farm, where the music grows, wild, lived a pitchfork and Papaw and his fearless grandchild.
Now snakes didn't scare her and neither did spiders.
For Lorraine had a cartload of courage inside her.
Oh, the ruckus they raised when the workday, grew dark with Lorraine on her whistle, and Papaw on his harp.
The songs they sang always lifted their spirits, on good days or bad, It was joyful to hear it.
And even when storms hit those Tennessee Hills, the music they played made their worries stand still.
One morning, they played neath the chinkapin tree.
When by Jingo a Crow landed right at their feet.
Look Papaw.
He dances let's play it again.
Well, by the last chorus, she'd found a true friend.
But one day at breakfast, Lorraine thought that's weird, the bright, shiny brass dinner bell disappeared.
And out in the pig pen, she noticed something strange.
The tin scoop was missing from the bin full of grain.
Then the keys simply vanished from poor papaw pocket.
When he got to the barn gate, he couldn't unlock it.
Soon all of the shiny things on the place were gone.
Pinched, lifted, without any trace.
It's a thief said Lorraine, and he's gone on a spree.
By gum wondered, papaw, Just who could it be?
One drizzly night has the whole farm laid sleeping.
A frightening sound started rolling and creeping.
While rain lightly pattered the wind began lashing, and a Tennessee Tempest came crashing and bashing.
B O O M, R O A R, DRUM-RUM-RUM, CRASH, BASH, RAD- A- TAD.
Oh, Papaw, The storm must be right overhead.
I'm fearful, I'm frightened, I'm all full of dread.
There's only one way we can ride out this thunder.
I'll go get my whistle.
Let's knock out a number.
So Papaw reached in where his French harp was kept, By Gum.
He said, I've been harmonica napped.
Then Lorraine looked around, but her eyes filled with tears.
My penny whistle's gone, I'd had it nine years.
But old smile and Papaw.
He hugged her in tight.
Now, listen, Lorraine, we'll get through this night.
See a twister can frightened with whirling, black wind and a rain storm can make, flash floods and landslides begin.
Her Tempest could tear this whole home place, apart, but it can't touch the music.
That's deep in your heart.
Child you always made music when you were afraid.
Now, sadly, your instruments been stolen away, but who needs a whistle or some shiny thing?
When you've got a voice and a song you can sing.
Then out from her room.
She courageously crapped.
Oh, Papaw, You're right.
No, we're sure not lick yet.
Then Lorraine sang up high and Papaw sang low, and they stumped, and they stamped, with a big Dosey Doe singing, Fire on the Mountain, Pig in the Pan, Short and Bread, Shat Lula, Geese in the Glen.
Oh, they sang and they shouted till the first, light of day and their song chase that, storm, and their worries away.
Quick from the window came Papaw's voice calling, look chinkapin tree in the front yard has fallen.
Look, stuttered, Papaw.
Do you see what's inside?
Everything missing said Lorraine, with surprise for deep in the heart, of the smoldering tree, lay a trove, full of treasures, that shine silvery.
Papaw reached into the dark hiding place and, a smile lit up in his weathered old face, for tucked in a hollow stuffed with weeds, straw and thistle.
He found his French harp and Lorraine's penny whistle.
They broke into song with their hearts, all the glow.
When (Bird noises) came the voice of the Crow, he was perched on the stump of the old chinkapin dancing, a jig lit a mischievous grin.
How they're happy eyes shown as the dance to the tune.
And they planted a chinkapin seedling to bloom.
Then the clouds parted ways.
As the music rose high and the sunshine, sparkled in the Tennessee sky.
The end.
Well, thanks for joining me today, girls and boys.
What a pleasure to be with you from the department, of Tennessee's starting with sounds reading.
I'm Ketch Secor from Old Crow Medicine Show, encouraging you to go out there and read a book, or better yet.
Write one.
Bye-Bye.
- Starting with Sounds.
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