Little Drummer Boy

Mickey MacConnell

Originale	La versione di Iain MacKintosh
LITTLE DRUMMER BOY	THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY
I’m the Minister for Justice in a proud divided land I’m 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.	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
So it’s time to blind the ferryman and break the piper’s hands and lock up all the singers that the people understand for there’s a dangerous wind a blowing through this sad divided land 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
For the poets and the singers are like the drummer boys of yore they’re the ones help raise the banners and lead foolish men to war. Little boys in scarlet uniforms who keep the troops in step up to the muzzles of the cannon on that one way walk to death.	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
It doesn’t matter whose in power at any given time if you want freedom and democracy, you have to toe the line. The poor are always with us, upon that we’re all agreed and the sooner they realise it then the happier they’ll be.	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
So I’m theMinister for Justice in a proud divided land I’m surrounded by rebellion, discontent on every hand. I’ll have to bring in stricter laws, I’ll have to make it wrong to forge rebellion in poetry and weaponry in song.	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