We all march to a different drummer,
I told my Momma not to cry over me,
I have to march to my own tune.
Don't cry for me, Momma
I have to sing what must be sung,
I have to live my life my way.
Don't cry for me Momma.
Sometimes I must drift like a cloud,
Sometime you gotta walk,
That lonesome valley by yourself.
I know that I am as simple as dirt.
I have to live one day at a time.
Don't cry for me Momma,
As the stubble of my beard grows gray
We'll meet on the far side one day
In the meantime I'm still chasing
Dreams and rainbows:
Don’t cry for me Momma!
Till we meet on the far side
I'll continue to march to a different drummer.
Don't cry for me momma.
PWW, 2012