If only I could still hear Mama’s drum.
A faithful beat that keeps my life alight.
Da-dum, an echo in my heart da-dum.

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From bitter eves wrapped up in blankets numb
And summer days spent sprawled in stellar light,
If only I could still hear Mama’s drum.

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Love’s lissom lay threads through life’s hapless hum
Yet sorrow strikes the heart like fire-blight.
Da-dum, an echo in my heart da-dum.

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An illness thwarts our joint and rapping thrum
Her weakness sends my fearful soul affright,
If only I could still hear Mama’s drum.

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Then pallid there she lies fully succumbed,
Her dulled yet dimpled laugh bid me goodnight.
Da-dum, an echo in my heart da-dum.

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A fountain spurts tears thick as pinewood gum,
To scar and stain my face in any light.
If only I could still hear Mama’s drum.
Da-dum, an echo in my heart da-dum.