Drum -

Celtic drum sings, yoruba drum dances

The pulse takes us all and becomes our heartbeat

We are all the same heart and all the same drum

Cross culture, whether or not you accept

Our drum is the same

Our heartbeat, our blood

The color of our bones when we dance

In bones alone

Aborigine dust, irish rain

Saudi prayer, navajo truth

Druid sight

Pulled into me

Pulled into you/the truth

Pulled into our drum

Which is the same

And ever shall be

Nomatter what you say to me

Nomatter if your heart be free

We share a common/the mother’s heartbeat

We share a common drum

Christian heart may fail

Pagan song may rise

Hearts and minds stretched open wide

At the turning of the tide

Here at the century’s painful dawn

We find we still are drumming

But our guns are drawn

Sensibility has failed

And yet the drum is still resounding

Time is not yet done

There is room to turn it back around, children, but

We may find we have to hurry, may find we have to run

We are all the same heart

And all the same drum

In spite of the sickness

We have become