LULLABY OF THE CRICKET (©christian stone) The night crickets callin out, his harp has just been tuned That crickets singin sweet love songs beneath a full blue moon Well stick around for one more song, hell sing it sweet and true Hear him singin softly, let him sing the whole night through And If its cold, take my coat, it sports the finest weave And when his song is over, watch him bow before we leave Aint that red sky growin dim, and aint them stars hung low And aint that north wind blowin hard, I feel it when she blows Well stick around for one more song, hell sing it as we sit That fires glowin nicely, and that candles just been lit And If its cold, take my coat, it sports the finest weave And when his song is over, watch him bow before we leave Hear the whisper of my heart, and hear the wild bird call Hear the sound of dancin leaves the night before they fall Well stick around for one more song, hell sing it soft and slow Then well walk beneath the starry night to where the rivers flow And If its cold, take my coat, it sports the finest weave And when his song is over, watch him bow before we leave See that fallin star up there, and hear that cricket sing I wonder where the night sky hides before the day begins Well stick around for one more song, hell sing that melody His lullaby sung so fine, the purest rhapsody And If its cold, take my coat, it sports the finest weave And when his song is over, watch him bow before we leave
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 09:14:20 +0000
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