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 Wrestling in dreams, I heard the peculiar sound of crickets in the summer evening
Their whistling seemed so endlessly far away
Always in September a change of season

Floating down soft petals on the breeze, a young girl's voice so sweetly singing
It set me free; time melted straight away
Pictures in my mind, I started thinking

Company, that used to be
Laughing with the ghost of my memory
Company, that used to be
Those half mad just don't fit in friends
Those straining at the bit companions in life

Company, that used to be
Gone but not forgotten deep in my mind
Company, that used to be
Those crazy whistling cricket friends
That never ever quit I bid you goodnight

Listen to the pipers they're playing the song
That was playing that fair evening
Begging your indulgence it won't be long
One more chorus, then we will all be leaving

Company, that used to be
Laughing with the ghost of my memory
Company, that used to be
Those half mad just don't fit in friends
Those straining at the bit companions in life

Company, that used to be
Gone but not forgotten deep in my mind
Company, that used to be
Those crazy whistling cricket friends
That never ever quit I bid you goodnight

© 2012 - David Shapireau