We have a say

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.