Marie Barlow: Music

"Fast asleep in the dawn of ages the soul of every child has waited to be born a stranger underneath the drum of his mother's heart. Lying deep in a dream of darkness where fear has never gone, each spark of a life is started blind and pure to the world we come - blind and pure to the world we come.

Each of us a Dancer To The Drum - each of us a Dancer To The Drum...blind and pure we come.

One is born to a life of hunger, one will be a king or a rich man's son. One will kill out of greed or anger, one will give his life for another one. There a lies in the smiles of innocence, and there are blooms in the walls of stone, and we will seek ourselves in the eyes of everyone we have ever known - everyone we have ever known.

And the heart, the heart will ever be a witness, and precious time no treasure is worth, and the child, the child will carry our existence through the days that we have on earth.

Each of us a Dancer To The Drum, each of us a Dancer To The Drum - blind and pure we come.

Fast asleep in the dawn of ages the soul of every child has waited to be born a stranger...born a Dancer To The Drum."