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Artists:

Cricket


Albums:

As Cricket (Connie Stevens) · As Cricket (Connie Stevens) · Caribbean Party: Official 2007 Cricket World Cup (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Cricket's Orchestra (Meaghan Smith) · The Cricket's Quartet [DVD/CD] (Meaghan Smith) · Cricket World Cup (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Instant Live: Cricket Pavilion - Phoenix, AZ, 06/18/04 (Kiss)


Jiminy Cricket
This is your man
Aha ha ha ha
Aaaahaaah haa
Tell Me When Your Ready
cricket's home,
right high where he outta' be
sailing high (through his)
crystal clear cash flow rainbows
our sweet drug man,
please don't try
Someone’s in the meadow down on lover’s lane
Making lots of racket, raising lots of Cain
Casanova Cricket, that the name you rate
Raising all that
to them
crickets produce their chirps by rubbing their wings together
rough spots on the crickets wings produce the chirping vibrations which we hear
steal unto here shielding lorn
And thro' the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet
down to her sheeling low
And through the door I peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She piles the bog-wood fire
And sings in love's sweet
to them
crickets produce their chirps by rubbing their wings together
rough spots on the crickets wings produce the chirping vibrations which we hear
Like like the the the death
Air crickets air crickets air crickets air crickets air

Mother and child with magazine
Into a story, into a dream
It's not cricket to picket, not cricket
Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket
You haven't any right you know, you're acting in great haste
to sleep,
I'll steal into her sheiling lorn
And through the doorway creep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in
tick
The Smartest Guy In The Room
Flick, flick
Might as well be on the moon
Click, click
Or in his tower or his tomb
Cricket
'Cause all I'm
When shadows fall and trees whisper day is ending,
My thoughts are ever wending home.
When crickets call, my heart is forever yearning,
Once nor
I steal unto her shieling low
And through her dooreen peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bog wood fire

And hums in soft
for the crickets
We're singing a song for the crickets
You look suspicious
I've no suspicion
Can't deal the dark cards
Can't tame the night hawks
steal unto here shielding lorn
And thro' the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet
day to day
The smallest things drag me the most
I feel laying cricket 'fore the rain
From loosely to completely lost
Gets so mean for it's own sake
and talking to you
And feeling too foolish and strange to say the words that I had planned
Guess it's too early ''cause I don't know where I stand
Crickets
and talking to you
And feeling too foolish and strange to say the words that I had planned
Guess it's too early ''cause I don't know where I stand
Crickets
"Juminy Cricket!"

Take the straight and narrow path
And if you start to slide, 
Give a little whistle!
Give a little whistle!
And always let your
the watermill
Turns the stubborn stream
And my life breaks on the waterwheel
Into a dream
 
When the light fades
And the wind is still
Hear the cricket's rhyme
Tennessee mountain home
Crickets sing in the fields near by

Honeysuckle vine clings to the fence along the lane
Their fragrance makes the summer wind so
Tennessee mountain home
Crickets sing in the fields near by

Honeysuckle vine clings to the fence along the lane
Their fragrance makes the summer wind so
over and you see
We're not lonesome my cricket and me
[ guitar ]
Oh your picture reminds me that I wanted to be free
How hurtin' my God I've drove you
I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God's creatures
Roaring again

Not a cricket was creaking,
Or a floorboard was
and I ain't alright

I search my soul where there is no moon
The trees all cross and are covered in moss
If the crickets wanna know then I'll tell 'em