Song Writing and Recording in Berks County, PA
LYRICS
A cricket plays the smallest symphony
Between his shin and his knee
In sympathy
Rub those legs feverously
In a party of pity
A butterfly claps its wings
As the chorus of song birds joins in and sings
“1,2,3… waaa”
Laughing at me not with me “hahaha”
Maybe it’s not too late
To get it straight
Maybe to get it right
Ain’t our of sight?
The World’s Smallest Symphony Music Video.mp4
The-World’s Smallest Symphony.mp3
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — C C+d
C Em
Em Am
Written and recorded live at the Father Folk Festival in Berks County, Pennsylvania.
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
Part of the concept album The Door
by Daniel Brouse