Bang the Drum (Perry Linda)

One day we'll run away Build a house made of straw and clay Worship every moonlit night While we bang upon the drum Plant seeds to grow the trees That will supply the needs To raise a wall of segregation While we bang upon the drum A social enemy has prayed upon thy faith A loss of dignity Is getting in thy way Real soon the sand dunes Will blow across every afternoon Blinding us with a grain of salt As we bang upon the drum We'll plant our feet in land Far surpassing machines of man Thanking mother for this revelation While we bang upon the drum A common legacy Has graced me with new faith A needle and a thread Has woven my new fate One day in the afternoon One day in the afternoon One day we'll run away Build a house made of straw and clay Worship every moonlit night As we bang upon the drum A social enemy has prayed upon thy faith A loss of dignity is getting in thy way One day in the afternoon One day in the afternoon