Joe Nichols Follow

Past the cotton fields in the old spring mill
we laid a blanket down where the world was still
where nothin' but a quarter moon lights up the dark.
Just me and her, let nature work when it feels so right, there's no need for words.
All cuddled up just listening to our hearts.

And the crickets, itty bitty crickets.
There ain't another sound for miles around just listen.
Its quiet, real quiet. When the crickets start chirpin, Lord don't they say it all.

It was going great, just our third date, we were takin it slow, but getting carried away, I never thought you could fall so far so soon.
It coulda been her eyes or the boon's farm wine, but either way my tongue came untied, and we both heard me say, I love you.

Crickets, nothin but crickets. Ain't another sound for miles around just listen. It's quiet, real quiet. When the crickets start chirping Lord don't the say it all.

It mighta been seconds, but it felt like an hour, then she gave me a kiss, said it's all worked out. Got momma's white dress, my grandmomma's ring, I know a little church baby, what do you think?

It's quiet, real quiet. When the crickets start chirping Lord don't the say it all. Oh crickets, itty bitty crickets. When the crickets start chirping, Lord don't the say it all.