Dancer to the Drum - Beth Nielsen Chapman

Fast asleep in the dawn of ages

The soul of every child

Has waited to be born a stranger

Underneath the drum of his mothers heart

Lying deep in a dream of darkness

Where fear has never gone

Each spark of a life is started

Blind and pure to the world we come

Blind and pure to the world we come

Each of us a dancer to the drum

Each of us a dancer to the drum

Blind and pure we come

One is born into a life of hunger

One will be a king or a rich man’s son

One will kill out of greed or anger

One will give his life for another one

There are smiles in the lies of innocence

There are blooms in the walls of stone

And we will see ourselves

In the eyes of everyone we have ever known

Everyone we have ever known

And the heart, the heart will ever be a witness

And precious time, no treasure is worth

And the child, the child will carry our existence

Through the days that we have on earth

Each of us a dancer to the drum

Each of us a dancer to the drum

Blind and pure we come

Fast asleep in the dawn of ages

The soul of every child

Has waited to be born a stranger

Underneath the drum of his mothers heart