Go Tell The Drummer Man (Live Broadcast 1966)

This is a song that I intended to be in Swinging It
Gospels 68 times
But to the best of my knowledge
I'm doing it in rather lumpy three-quarter
Here it comes, I can see it coming like a vision

Silver drums, rhythms that he hums
Waltzing dogs, that come when he calls
Plans for one he keeps in a coffer
What can I offer? I don't know
Can I bring him love words to sing him
Like some foolish magi?
I'll be gone and words in a song
Won't even last 'til sunrise

Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me

Streets and parks
Waltzes in the dark
Lovers now, when time will allow
An afternoon, the kind to believe in
Why am I leaving? I don't know
Distant places, just empty spaces
'Til we are together
What can I bring? Time leaves me nothing
I wonder, will it ever?

Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me

Silver birds fly away like words
In the wind, and soon I'll be in
Another world
The land of without him
What's it about, this other world?

Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
And wait for me, and wait for me