Yellow Drum

[DOLLY]
March down the valley
Yellow drum, yellow drum
Farewell my sally
Yellow drum, yellow drum

Victory boys, keep a-comin'
Yellow drum, keep a-drummin'
March down the valley
To the river, yellow drum

Swim 'cross the river
Yellow drum, yellow drum
Soldier, don't shiver
Yellow drum, yellow drum

Victory boys, keep a-comin'
Yellow drum, keep a-drummin'
Swim 'cross the river
To the city, yellow drum

[DOLLY, CATHERINE & COLLIN]
Conquer the city
Yellow drum, yellow drum
Show them no pity
Yellow drum, yellow drum

Victory boys, keep a-comin'
Yellow drum, keep a-drummin'
Show them no pity
In the city, yellow drum

Brassbands'll meet you
Yellow drum, yellow drum
Sweet girls'll greet you
Yellow drum, yellow drum

Victory boys, keep a-comin'
Yellow drum, keep a-drummin'
Back 'cross the river to the valley
Yellow drum
Back 'cross the river to the valley
Yellow drum
Yellow drum
Yellow drum!

[Instrumental]

[DOLLY, CATHERINE & COLLIN]
Victory boys, keep a-comin'
Yellow drum, keep a-drummin'
Back 'cross the river to the valley
Yellow drum
Yellow drum
Yellow drum

[DOLLY, spoken]
Do you hear?

[CATHERINE, spoken]
Hear what?

[DOLLY, spoken]
Grandaddy's voice, singing away.

[COLLIN, spoken]
Where?

[DOLLY, spoken]
There in the Indian grass.

[CATHERINE, spoken]
It's only the grass gone dry, sugar. And the wind makes it sound funny.

[DOLLY, spoken]
But Catherine, the wind is him. The wind gathers and remembers voices. The same will happen to us when we're dead — the wind will gather our voices and send them back, singing through the grass, same as his. A harp of voices, telling a story.