Johndavisnearby
Breath it underneath It
a beat
a seat in our soul
Rhythm Bequeath it
a walk on the mountain
a holiday Wreath
These are the steps
from mountain and valley
we feel in our feet
Beneath
Down steps the teacher
magic on a Road
The teacher of the Beat
Coming round the Bend
Click the quick stick
rhythm finds a way In
I never saw one teach it
It’s under the Skin
Each village & town
a drummer clicks sticks
Tic tata tat tat
we dash thru Gate
and back in the Din
sometimes the drummer
leads us in
When the mystery is right
The piper takes over
from the Drummer
and marches out of sight
into the Night
Fear not the Beat
always is Right
