Black Crickets – D-A-D – letras

The winter of fortynine had passedA winter of haunt n fearCoz hunger had knocked at the city gateAnd threatened the pioneersThen low in the east strange clouds appearedAnd dark became the sunAnd the courage to fight n win a warWas all of a sudden goneBlack cricketsBy 10 of millions or moreBlack cricketsBy 10 of millions or moreUntil the fields that waved were fewBlack cricketsCrickets by 10 of millions cameLike fog on a british coastThey swept down from the mountain sidesSettled down by their mormon hostThen the eldest old man got this bright ideaAnd he called for all the men:We’ll build a giant nest & the crickets will fearThat the big bird is here again!!Black crickets…They constructed this nest 2 days went byThey all prayed that by the end of their workThe unexpected guests would flyThey saw the nest the vision occured& the dogs would wag their tailsThe crickets all shouted: Bird is the word!And the insects hit their trailAll heads were bowed as they thanked their lordAnd they reaped while the devil ravedCoz their harvest was saved to tons of praiseAnd the pioneers were savedBlack crickets…Hundreds of thousandsThousands of millionsMillions of billionsBillions of trillionsTrillions of zillionsD.A.Dillions of fantazillionsOf black crickets