On a sun streaked day
No cloud in the sky
Little drummer boy,
In a proud march
With the older ones
Little drummer boy..
There are some shots in the distance
There is some smoke coming through
There is the sweet smell of flowers
In the field of soldiers blue..
Just half past noon
On the green green lawn
Little drummer boy,
He strikes his drums
And the soldiers charge
Little drummer boy..
There are some shots coming closer,
There is cannon fire too,
He feels a burning sensation
In a field of red dew..
Just half past one
The battle done
Little drummer boy,
They take his drum
From his cold stiff arms
Little drummer boy,
Little drummer boy,
Little drummer boy…
No cloud in the sky
Little drummer boy,
In a proud march
With the older ones
Little drummer boy..
There are some shots in the distance
There is some smoke coming through
There is the sweet smell of flowers
In the field of soldiers blue..
Just half past noon
On the green green lawn
Little drummer boy,
He strikes his drums
And the soldiers charge
Little drummer boy..
There are some shots coming closer,
There is cannon fire too,
He feels a burning sensation
In a field of red dew..
Just half past one
The battle done
Little drummer boy,
They take his drum
From his cold stiff arms
Little drummer boy,
Little drummer boy,
Little drummer boy…
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