Concert of Crickets

(shhhhh) Sun went down behind the ridge Just past the wooden river

bridge And left me on this porch swing all alone

Got no radio playing tonight

Just the rising moon for light And a rhythm that is purely

homegrown (hmm-mmm)

Listening to the concert of the crickets

Singing from the thickets A million little voices in the dark

No tickets sold, no bright stage light Just nature playing through the

night Right here in my own backyard

(singing sweet)

Fiddle starts

to

join the tune

Underneath that yellow moon An old owl hooting out the bassline part

Every blade of grass is tuned in key Playing perfect harmony To

soothe this heavy,

lonesome heart

Listening to the concert of the crickets

Singing from the thickets

A million little voices in the dark

No tickets sold, no bright stage light Just nature playing through the

night Right here in my own backyard (oh-yes)

Listening to the concert of the crickets

Singing from the thickets

A million little voices in the dark

No tickets sold, no bright stage light Just nature playing through the

night

Right here in my own backyard

(right here in my backyard)

Singing through the night

Yeah they play until the morning light