Beating of the Drums

In runs the bowler also a soldier
Bowls a york middle pen out of the ground
A second's silence then shouts in triumph
Then the explosion
It’s the music of the crowd
It’s the sound it’s the sound it’s the sound

It’s the beating of the drums
It’s the pounding of the heart
It’s the beginning of the war
When the World Cup cricket starts

So lay down all your cares
Cast off all your fears
Pick up all your dreams
Shout a lot of cheers

Then waits the batsman for what’s to come
He reads the field he hears the beating of the drums
He sees the ball as clear as light
The ball is short
It hits the stands in full flight
It’s out of sight it’s out of sight it’s out of sight

It’s the beating of the drums
It’s the pounding of the heart
It’s the beginning of the war
When the World Cup cricket starts

So lay down all your cares
Cast off all your fears
Pick up all your dreams
Shout a lot of cheers

And the fielder hears the voice
Of his captain and he knows he must obey
He shifts position change of plans
Eyes on the ball from the bat unto his hands
He is out he is out he is out

It’s the beating of the drums
It’s the pounding of the heart
It’s the beginning of the war
When the World Cup cricket starts

So lay down all your cares
Cast off all your fears
Pick up all your dreams
Shout a lot of cheers

There’s nothing that can take a great Protea dream
There’s nothing that can break the spirit of our team
There’s nothing that can take our great Protea dream
There’s nothing that can break the spirit of our team

It’s the beating of the drums
It’s the pounding of the heart
It’s the beginning of the war
When the World Cup cricket starts

So lay down all your cares
Cast off all your fears
Pick up all your dreams
Shout a lot of cheers
Shout a lot of cheers
Shout a lot of cheers