Answer:
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
You hear me speak, for I have a hard tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have not a lung. What am I?
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
Travel a mile and I will change, travel a million and I will end as I started. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.