Music
Miss Woolley is our specialist Music Teacher. Every week on a Thursday and Friday she teaches music to the children in school. She also holds singing assemblies on Fridays at 3pm which all of the children take part in.
In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Grieg (1843-1907)
In Year 3, we have been listening to Edvard Grieg’s ‘In the Hall of the Mountain King.’ We have been learning about the 4 beat metre and the rhythm patterns that make up the piece. We have learned two Italian musical terms; crescendo (getting louder) and accelerando (getting faster).
Rondeau by Henry Purcell (1659 -1695) played on recorders
Children in Year 5 have started to learn how to play the recorder. They have been introduced to standard notation and notes on the stave. This week, they will listen to a piece of music by Henry Purcell (1659 -1695) who was an English composer.
Conkers
This is one of the songs we have been singing during the singing assembly. The lyrics are shown below.
Conkers! I’m collecting conkers,
I’m trying hard to find the biggest and the best.
Conkers! Lots of lovely conkers,
I want a conker that is better than the rest.
Under the chestnut tree,
There waits for me,
A sight so marvellous to behold.
Amidst the autumn leaves,
It gleams at me,
A conker, beautiful and bold.
Conkers! I’m collecting conkers,
I’m trying hard to find the biggest and the best.
Conkers! Lots of lovely conkers,
I want a conker that is better than the rest.
Under the chestnut tree,
Where no-one’s been,
The spiky shells lie on the ground.
Beneath their armour green,
There hides unseen,
A conker, smooth and shiny brown.
Conkers! I’m collecting conkers,
I’m trying hard to find the biggest and the best.
Conkers! Lots of lovely conkers,
I want a conker that is better than the rest.
Under the chestnut tree,
I stretch to see,
A final conker to be mine.
If I can only reach,
To pull it free,
I’ll add it to my ninety-nine! One hundred!
Conkers! I’m collecting conkers,
I’m trying hard to find the biggest and the best.
Conkers! Lots of lovely conkers,
I want a conker that is better than the rest.
Across the Fields
This is a round that we will be learning in the singing assembly.
Across the fields of wheat and grain,
A young man’s head is plainly seen.
A hoolya, hoolya, hoolya ya,
Swiftly flowing water.
A hoolya, hoolya, hoolya ya,
Swiftly flowing water.
Harvest Samba
Orange and Yellow and Brown
See the leaves are falling,
Autumn days are calling,
Orange and yellow and brown,
Orange and yellow and brown,
Fields and pastures all are bare,
Autumn colours everywhere,
Orange and yellow and brown,
Orange and yellow and brown.
Cattle grazed and corn grew high,
In the Summer sun,
Flowers and blossom sang their song,
Now their work is done.
Morning mist now chills the air,
Golden treetops everywhere,
Orange and yellow and brown,
Orange and yellow and brown.