I dreamed of Drums in Africa
With deep compelling sounds,
Which resonated through the air;
To Australia they were bound.

They joined up with the Didgeridoo;
A duet had just been formed,
The sound floated off to the Orient,
And an orchestra was born.

The Sheng and Pipa joined the group,
So did the Gao-Hu,
An international sound was made,
To play for me and you.

An Indian Sitar then was found
In the great Sub-Continent,
A Chenda also wanted in,
And to Europe they soon went.

It was like a musical buffet there,
With so many old traditions,
With a Tuba, Trumpet and Bagpipes,
They were finally world musicians.

But wait, here comes the Middle-East
With the Santoor and the 'Ud,
Their orchestra is almost done
And they're getting in the mood.

And finally to America
For a Banjo and a Fiddle,
The orchestra had come full round,
And the world was in the middle.

They played the songs of love and peace
And truth and toleration,
To show the world that they were one,
And make a demonstration.

Then I awoke and looked around,
And all was still the same,
The world was still a dangerous place,
With each one pointing blame.

Now oft' I long to dream again
And hear the World Band,
And pray that when I finally wake,
We're living hand in hand.