The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out Oh-oh-oh-oh When the sharpest words wanna cut me down I am brave, I am bruised I am who I'm meant to be, this is me And I'm marching on to the beat I drum I'm not scared to be seen I make no apologies, this is

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

We are lionhearts And we walk together into the light And my love will be your armor tonight And we stand together facing a war And our love is gonna conquer it all Like right and wrong Your hand in mine Marching to the beat of the stars Your light is

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

Of the waters of March, It's the joy in your heart And the riverbank talks It's the end of a strain A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, The foot, the ground, The flesh and the bone, The beat of the road,

If you want my love, you better march to the beat woah Fight for my love, you better stand up for me woah I'm a one woman army Left, right, left, right, get it right, yeah oh If you want my love, well that's how it's gotta go woah ooh Only a soldier can

Say it loud and clear For the whole wide world to hear I got the right To make up my mind So turn up the drum Yeah, we must have different shoes on We're marching to a different beat So baby put your boots on Keep marching to a different beat

Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young men's lives It's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud Stuck in the trench with no way out What's the price of a mile?

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here