I met a drummer on a hill
The dogs did bark and the ravens trill
The willows wept their sobbing will
She beat the drum for those to come
For the long gone in the ever after
She beat the drum for the song
In a chain of children’s laughter
She beat it for the future
She beat it for the past
She beat it with a suture
Of words that ever last
And her song sung out about
The wide and rolling valley
And it caught in the ears of deer
And it fought the canyons in a sally
And it called all the men to arms
It called the dogs of war
It called the women from the houses
It called them rich or poor
It cried yes, again, again
Once more into the fight
It called them up into the fore
The fray, the golden light
I met a drummer on a hill
Who drummed a different beat
It made the earth and sun stand still
And all the people dance their feet
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