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Thread #62902 Message #2222983
Posted By: Susanne (skw)
26-Dec-07 - 09:18 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Little Drummer Boy (you're all the world)
Subject: Lyr Add: LITTLE DRUMMER BOY (Mickey MacConnell)
Jim, the song Boab was after is definitely not Mickey MacConnell's. I thought I'd posted the lyrics on the forum before ...
THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY (Mickey MacConnell)
I'm the minister for justice in a sad divided land Surrounded by rebellion, discontent on every hand You can see it in men's faces as they draw their weekly dole With their eyes as bleak as bullets and black murder in their soul So we'll have to blind the ferryman, break the piper's hands Lock up all those poets that the people understand There's a dangerous wind a-blowing through this sad divided land And it's time to kill the little drummer boy
You see, the poets and the singers are like drummer boys of yore Who helped to raise the banners and lead foolish men to war Little boys in scarlet uniforms to keep the troops in step Up to the muzzles of the cannons on their one-way march to death So we'll have to blind the ferryman, break the piper's hands And lock up all those singers that the people understand There's a dangerous wind a-blowing through this sad divided land And it's time to kill the little drummer boy
It doesn't matter who's in power at any given time If we want freedom and democracy we'll have to toe the line The poor are always with us, on that we're all agreed And the sooner they realise it then the happier they'll be So we'll have to blind the ferryman, break the piper's hands And lock up all those painters that the people understand There's a dangerous wind a-blowing through this sad divided land And it's time to kill the little drummer boy
There were drummer boys in Chile, in El Salvador and France South Africa, the Philippines you can hear them sound 'advance' In Yugoslavia, in Ireland, behind the Berlin Wall You know those little drummer boys they would crucify us all So we'll have to blind the ferryman, break the piper's hands And lock up all those writers that the people understand There's a dangerous wind a-blowing through this sad divided land And it's time to kill the little drummer boy
Yes I'm the minister for justice in this sad divided land Surrounded by rebellion, discontent on every hand So I'll have to bring in stricter laws, make sure they know it's wrong To force rebellion in poetry, in painting and in song So we'll have to blind the ferryman, break the piper's hands And lock up all those people that the people understand There's a dangerous wind a-blowing through this sad divided land And it's time to kill the little drummer boy
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)
It can also be found on My Songbook with some notes.