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.