L'aura del Campo

Carol of the Crickets

All I could think of was crickets: creak crick crick crick



CAROL OF THE CRICKETS

creak crick crick crick
creak crick crick crick
creak crick crick crick
creak crick crick crick

Hark! how the bugs,
Sweet lonesome bugs,
All scrape their legs,
Come here my babe,
Autumn draws nigh,
Summers last sigh.
Now we grow bold
'fore we grow old,

creek crick creak crick

creak crick creak crick

This is our song,
One hundred strong,
All the night long,
Our end is nigh,
Do not ask why,
Just hear our cry,
Soft lullaby.

Oh how we crick,
Oh how we creak,
Hiding's our trick,
Making you shriek,
Rubbing our legs,
Fervently beg,
Sadly we sing,
Season's last fling.

Weeping weeping weeping autumn
Weeping weeping weeping autumn

On, on we sing,
Knowing come spring,
Our offspring roam
in eve'ry home.

KE [177.290] (3.diciembere.2020)

[Repeat from the beginning]

For this song I actually prefer handbells to strings.

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