Lyrics:
I could really use a friend.
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest,
The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time,
Quartet of crickets
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
the crickets call,
My heart is forever yearning,
Once more to be returning Home.
When the hills conceal the setting sun,
Stars begin a peeping one by one.
ride (that's right)
Lay a blanket on the ground (ooh, let's ride)
Kissing and the crickets is the only sound (ooh, let's ride)
We out of town
Have
static on the radio
And we can't see those city lights and I love the way you look in a firefly glow
Saying everything without making a sound,
A cricket
Has got me, hot, hot
She hit mi wicket like cricket, cricket
When she use her hips and flick it, flick it
She say she love when she and di rude boy
the crickets crick all day
In The Merry Old Land Of Oz.
We get up at twelve and start work at one,
Take an hour for lunch and then at two we're done, Jolly
Does he know the way
Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?
I will never end up like him
Behind my back I already am
Keep
sure saw heaven when I tasted your lips.
So blow out the stars, turn off the moon
Fade out the crickets and the nightingale's tune
Take down
Put crickets on a hook
I know how to catch them and
I know how to cook
'Cause I'm XXX X Tremely country
Yea I am from XXX X Tremely country
My family
Yell Jiminy 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 crickets sing
And in the summertime
When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repetoire for long
Suddenly
four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
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
cricket
Ingen tomat på Big Mac, minst en varsin i klicket
Aldrig lärt mig Mac, hon kostar trettio med sikte
En vän sa 'black don't crack', så vi pushar
in
Or push you away
You'll move like a tiger
Into the thicket
Claws in the dirt
You'll sing like a cricket
Song of the mystery
Song
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
eclipse
And I sure saw heaven when I tasted your lips.
So blow out the stars, turn off the moon
Fade out the crickets and the nightingale's tune
the crickets crick all day
In The Merry Old Land Of Oz.
We get up at twelve and start work at one,
Take an hour for lunch and then at two we're done, Jolly
the crickets call,
My heart is forever yearning,
Once more to be returning Home.
When the hills conceal the setting sun,
Stars begin a peeping one by one.
is falling for his mate
I hear the sighing of the breeze
And the chirping cricket
Where the whippoorwill is wooing
And the katydid is cooing to his
cartons,
not in tins,
They buy soup in cartons,
not in tins,
And keep a torch in the back of the car,
They go to one-day cricket,
in fancy dress,
They go
the breeze (rockin' with the rhythm of the rain that's fallin')
Keep blowin' (night birds are singin', the crickets are callin')
Oh, my heart will never be
sure saw heaven when I tasted your lips
So blow out the stars, turn off the moon
Fade out the crickets and the nightingale's tune
Take down
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