Sunseekers - Hold the drum

The drum was the fire that swallowed the fear.
They can take the harvest, they can take the land,
But the beat lives on in a working man's hand.
So when my knees are shaking and the night is long,
I press my palm to the skin and I carry on.
Hold the drum.
Hold the line.
Beat it loud till the sun will shine.
Hold the drum.
Don't let go.
It's the oldest heart that we ever know.