Cicada's Song

Cicadas sing your song with the needles of the bush A chorus that echoes through the bush Mothers song of the Summer Reminding us she is alive The perfume of the earth as I sit beneath the chorus Im taken back to a time when one was young and oh so innocent Cicadas sing your song to my soul Remind me of my roots amongst this land Where her heart beats with love And her soul ignites fire Sing me your song of hot summer nights, Where the stars dance with your song Where the Moporks call to you across the valley floor, Where the moon glows to your song Cicadas sing me a song Where we will