Memories of his people

Standing, dancing, sitting we hear, The beat of the drums coming near. Rhythms are played for none to fear, And I dance to the sound of the drum.

We were people without a home, Beat and broken and all alone, Now we are here, a collective stone, And we sing along with the drums.

Drums beat for all and all take heed, For in the dance we all must lead, Far from home and back again, And return to the music of the drums.

The elder plays while no one sings, His drums are loud and in the rings, A final tone, his judgment brings, And he plays the beat of the drums.

One step, one time, day by day, Work the fields while children play To toil, to eat, to live this way, And I dance to the sound of the drum.