歌詞

The garden tuned its orchestra

The moment the sun left

The katydids say "katy-did"

The others say "did-not"

They've had this same sweet argument

Since summer first got hot

I hum a note into the dark —

The whole yard takes a vote

Let everything that chirps and sings

Praise Him in the dark

The bugs, the girl on the back stoop

Each doing our own part

The lamb baas once, off-beat but proud

The chorus lets it slide

On summer nights the standards drop

And no one's left outside

The maple keeps the downbeat

With a rustle of its leaves

Let everything that chirps and sings

Praise Him in the dark

The bugs, the girl on the back stoop

Each doing our own part

The night shift never misses work

They sing till nearly three

A thousand tiny fiddlers

And every concert free

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Let everything that chirps and sings

Praise Him in the dark

The bugs, the girl on the back stoop

Each doing our own part

Let everything that chirps and sings

Praise Him in the dark

The bugs, the girl on the back stoop

Each doing our own part

The garden's still rehearsing

They'll get it right by dawn