Songs of the Soul/Part 3/City Drum
CITY DRUM
'Tis morn
The rolling wheels are on
Of a marching world
So strong.
The rolling wheels are on
Of a marching world
So strong.
I love to be roused
From a silent sleep
By the early hum
Of the active city drum.
From a silent sleep
By the early hum
Of the active city drum.
The drum beats
To loudly greet
All those heroes true
That would die or do,-
To meet the morning's foe
Of worry or of woe
With a dauntless smile,
And thus success beguile
Unto the happy camp
Where peace e’er burns its lamp.
The city's drum
With its noisy hum
Announces true and strong
The world is marching on.
To loudly greet
All those heroes true
That would die or do,-
To meet the morning's foe
Of worry or of woe
With a dauntless smile,
And thus success beguile
Unto the happy camp
Where peace e’er burns its lamp.
The city's drum
With its noisy hum
Announces true and strong
The world is marching on.