The Crickets sang lyrics

The Crickets sang

And set the Sun

And Workmen finished one by one

Their Seam the Day upon.

The low Grass loaded with the Dew

The Twilight stood, as Strangers do

With Hat in Hand, polite and new

To stay as if, or go.

A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,

A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,

A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home

And so the Night became.