I played as I dwelt in a cave.
I played as a fighter and a slave.
I played in the bars,
and for kids and for stars,
the spiritual rhythms you gave.
I played for the sick, young and old.
I played before numbers untold.
I played before queens and for paupers and kings,
as you watch
my drum talents unfold.
Your rhythms move like desert sands.
They echo throughout all
the lands.
As my spirit matured and my weakness cured,
your wisdom came out through my hands.
Your rhythms was your gift to me,
to use it for eternity.
And when I get my call, I'll
lose nothing at all.
I'll be drumming with joy,
just for thee.
May all the tribes of the earth unite
and beat with the rhythm of one heart.