Faye Sizemore

DANCIN’ DRUMMER BOY

Dancin’ barefoot in the rain
To the music of life
There is no gain
If there is no strife

Bare feet dance me home
To the southern lands where I belong
Where the evening dew is sweet
Where time and melody meet

Where the cannon does not sound
Where death it does not abound
Hearing the screams of the dying
Inside my soul now I am crying

I’m just the drummer boy
And this war is now my toy
But I’ll beat this drum
As long as the troops come

The color bearer, he has been shot down
I’ll not let the colors touch the ground
I can drum for the soldiers with just one hand
With the other I can carry the flag of my land

My drumming can be heard no more
I have been dipped in the blood of war
Fifteen and I’m finally going home
Take off my boots before I there roam

Softly now on all falls the rain
It seems to wash away my pain
I’ll drum songs of war no more
For all my troubles now are o’er

Bare feet dance me home
to the southern lands where I belong
Where the evening dew is sweet
And time and melody meet

Dancin’ barefoot in the rain
Rememberin’ the music of life
There is no gain
If there is no strife