[Intro — Four Bars Instrumental] [Bright steel pan calls; warm electric guitar answers] [Round bass, one-drop drums, congas and shakers] [Verse 1 — Male] Tie the cases on the rooftop, check the straps and count the crew. Miner worm brought his coffee— and a little extra, too. Ladybug has packed the congas, big bee’s got his pans. Mantis checks the folded map with both his busy hands. [Female] Did we bring the picnic basket? [Male] Got it tucked beside the door. [Female] Did we leave a friend behind? [Male] Let’s count everybody once more! [Duet] Green-and-gold bus rolling, every window full of grins. Past the apples, past the fence— our autumn day begins. [Chorus — Warm Broad Duet] A little lost, a lot of friends, there’s a hand around the bend. When the path gets turned around, we’ll come looking till you’re found. Through the corn and golden glow, you don’t have to find your way alone. A little lost, a lot of friends— we’re bringing everybody home. [Verse 2 — Male] “Ooh, look!” through the window, there’s a maze beyond the gate, pumpkins sitting in the sunshine, and a wagon ride awaits. Through the orchard, round the cornfield, steel pans riding with the hay. Even snail is tapping time— “Now that’s my kind of day!” [Female] Candy apples shining! [Male] Cotton candy piled high! [Female] Little bee has spotted something— [Male] Butterflies along the side. [Duet] Blue scarf bouncing down the path, one more corner, one more turn. Now the music’s getting quieter, and the way back’s hard to learn. [Chorus — Duet] A little lost, a lot of friends, there’s a hand around the bend. When the path gets turned around, we’ll come looking till you’re found. Through the corn and golden glow, you don’t have to find your way alone. A little lost, a lot of friends— we’re bringing everybody home. [Protected Turnaround — Eight Full Bars] [Instrumental only; no vocals or ad-libs] [Steel pan melody answered by warm electric guitar] [Bass and percussion hold the relaxed reggae groove] [Bridge — Gentle Call and Response] [Male] Little bee stood at the crossroads, corn leaves whispering overhead. [Female] Then our cross-eyed mosquito saw that blue scarf as it spread. [Male] He flew down beside his buddy, said, “Come on, I know the way.” [Female] “I can see our bus from up there— and your friends are right that way.” [Duet] Past the corn and through the gateway, back beside the bus at last. One small wing around a shoulder— then they heard the band strike back. [Final Chorus — Full Joyful Duet] A little lost, a lot of friends, there’s a hand around the bend. When the path gets turned around, we’ll come looking till you’re found. Now the lanterns softly glow, everybody’s dancing before we go. A little lost, a lot of friends— we’re bringing everybody home. [Outro — Soft Coffee Toast] [Gentle steel pan and guitar; band gradually softens] [Male] Pack the pans and strap the cases. [Female] Count the friends and close the door. [Male] Raise that blue mug to the helpers. [Female] That’s what all these friends are for. [Duet] Pumpkin lights behind the windows, sleepy smiles as daylight ends. What a day to bring back home— a little lost, a lot of friends. [Clean Ringing Final Chord] [Let the instruments decay naturally]
