Barbara Cook, Carol Brice, Russ Thacker - 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.