Cicada Hymn
(ahhhh) The heat
lingers
long
after
sunset
The heavy air
clings
to the screen
Out
in
the dark,
the chorus
is rising
A song
from a world
unseen
Oh,
listen to them sing through the summer night (hmmmmm)
A thousand voices in the pale moonlight
Shaking the dust from the heavy leaves
Singing the secrets the dark believes
We sit
on the porch
in the shadows
Our voices
are quiet
and low
While the fields
are alive
with the rhythm
That only the midsummer knows
They spent their lives beneath the soil
Waiting for this brief release
To fill the air with steady heat And give the quiet night
its peace
Oh,
listen to them sing through the summer night
(yeah, listen close) A thousand voices in the
pale moonlight
Shaking the dust from the heavy leaves
Singing the secrets the dark believes
Singing through the night (singing on) Singing through
the
night