Crickets at sunset.

[Verse 1]
My love, I long for one more night with you
to sit and listen to the songs
of crickets and their lullabies 
that stri[d]dulate for lovers sweet.
In the calmness of those moments
when we can breathe a happy sigh
their chirping charms the golden hour
and all our troubles melt away.
[Chorus (quarter tight, 1940s harmony)
I’m off to war and I don’t know 
when I’ll come back to you again
I want to sit with you, my love 
and listen to them one more time.
Let’s dance! We’ll take it nice and slow
to melodies and rhythms played
with such allure that love can’t wait
another night to meet again.
]
[Verse 2]
Though we must part, I won’t forget
these peaceful moments on this porch
where we enjoyed one last embrace 
to concerts sung with many chirps.
When all around me war explodes,
my mind will surely focus back
to this old love swing where we kissed:
that peck, our first, to twilight’s croon.
[Chorus (quarter tight, 1940s harmony)
I’m off to war and I don’t know 
when I’ll come back to you again
I want to sit with you, my love 
and listen to them one more time.
Let’s dance! We’ll take it nice and slow
to melodies and rhythms played
with such allure that love can’t wait
another night to meet again.
]
[Bridge]
Do you hear their songs, my love?
Their serenades are calling us.
It’s not polite to make them wait.
Come dance with me again, my dear.
[Verse 3]
I want to see you in this place
just one last time before I go
so I’ll remember when I’m scared
that you’re still waiting here for me.
That we’ll enjoy these songs again
when things calm down and I come home
to sit with you when all is done
and listen to our crickets sing.
[Chorus (quarter tight, 1940s harmony)
I’m off to war and I don’t know 
when I’ll come back to you again
I want to sit with you, my love 
and listen to them one more time.
Let’s dance! We’ll take it nice and slow
to melodies and rhythms played
with such allure that love can’t wait
another night to meet again.
]
[Outro (tempo slows down, melody turns regretful)]
If only I could come back now
I wouldn’t give a second thought
to one more tour away from you
and all the twilight songs we loved.

“In 1942, Mo sketches a slow, lazy jazz piece for woodwind ensemble that imitates cricket stridulations.”, male