Dum, dum.
beats the
drum.
There plays
the flute
On the
rainbow route.
We have
passed through many ages,
The old, the
new and other grinding stages;
Now has the time for peace,
Come unto us
with lives that went amiss.
Dum, dum.
beats the
drum.
There plays
the flute
On the
rainbow route.
Arms, arms,
arms, and more of arms,
They are all lying still in silent museums;
People come
and look at them in wonder,
There was a time
these were used from the back, above and under.
Dum, dum.
beats the
drum.
There plays
the flute
On the
rainbow route.
Now we have arms only to stretch,
Profit and wealth,
growth and freedom,
Are reaping
here to fetch
Health,
peace, friendship and wisdom.
Dum, dum.
beats the
drum.
There plays
the flute
On the
rainbow route.
The pied Piper has come back,
To give back the
children to their root;
There plays
the drum with the flute in the track
Of the
rainbow route.
Peace? How
did it come!
Everyone knows,
and all have a say;
The drums
are beating dum, dum,
The flute playing away.