Lyrics Jars of Clay

Jars of Clay

Drummer Boy

Come, they told me (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

A newborn king to see (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

Our finest gifts we bring (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

To lay before the king (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

So, to honor Him (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

When we come

Little baby (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

I am a poor boy too (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

I have no gifts to bring (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

That's fit to give a king (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

Shall I play for you (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

On my drum?

Mary nodded (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

The ox and lamb kept time (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

I played my drum for Him (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

I played my best for Him (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

Then, He smiled at me (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum)

Me and my drum