Oh Ramona,
I hear the mission bells above
Oh Ramona,
they're ringing out their song of love
I bless you, caress you,
and bless the day you taught me to care
I'll always remember the ram
bling rose you wore in your hair
Ramona, when day is done
I hear your call Ramona!
We'll meet beside the waterfall.
Hide to aid the dawn,
when I awake and find you gone.
Ramona! I need you!
Where has she gone to?
Once upon a time,
there was a woodman. That's me.
I've chopped down all
the trees
to build myself a little house.
I love the daughter of an
Indian chief
called Ramona. Smith.
She promised to meet me
under the waterfall.
I waited six months. I got drenched.
Then I searched the forest
with the help of my little animal friends.
Rabbits eroded around,
owls ooted a lot,
and all the moose and caribou
went north
with a wild goose looking for Urapona.
But she wasn't there.
After ten years in the brush
an d the oorah an d the booramble,
a skunk told me that he had heard from Charlie Crockett,
that's Davy's dad,
that he didn't think
Oorah Mona was very keen.
What? I'll tell you something.
I don't think she is either.
I dread the dawn
when I awake and find you gone.
I hate trees.
All they're fit for is making furniture.
I've chopped down all these trees
looking for you, Ramona.
There's another one.
Timber! Ramona! I need you!
Now!
How could you, Ike? you