Description

A sublime piano and strings arrangement with a level of melancholy and vulnerability in the delicate vocal delivery. Pulling at the heart strings as the humble cricket is forced to leave his woodland home.

Lyrics

Verse1

There on the ground, the cricket

Bobbing from place to place

He never second guesses

He never contemplates

All in the night he’s moving

Leave him alone, he’ll stay

Hiding from light, the cricket

He seems to know the way

Chorus

In time he will cease to

Live life under the ground

Our minds are numb and slave to

Deaf…and….dumb…and…blind

In his world he is king

He’s alone again

Verse2

Strutting his stuff he sweetly sings

Top of the morn to friends

Packing his things he looks around

Leaving his woodland home

All in the night he’s moving

Leave him alone, he’ll stay

Hiding from light, the cricket

He seems to know the way

Chorus

In time he will cease to

Live life under the ground

Our minds are numb and slave to

Deaf…and….dumb…and…blind

In his world he is king

He don’t need anything

He’s alone….

And that’s just fine

Outro

There on the ground, the cricket…