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Coral and lime stones
You can take the country out of me
However, not the trace of acid lime out of my blood
Growing up on the island has its advantages
Everybody was related to each other: and everyone knew 
each other real names.

 My grandmother was known as Nana to every little boy or girl
We all were well mannered bare feet rug rats
It was never about sparing the rod, and spoiling the brats
It was slap and several back slaps
 No bad behave child were never reward back in those days

What I cherish most was the sense of freedom
 playing in the open fields; running wild in the prickly grass
 and chasing  rainbow butterflies in the hot sun until dinner time

I remember lot of sunshine and weeks of rain
 Plenty of fresh air, and poor folks who always care
about the welfare of each other


Somehow, the earth tasted like lime,
My cousin would take chunks of square dirt 
And chew on it: Nana scolds her each time
However, every other weekend
It was a dose of castor oil or cod-liver oil
This made our little bodies tremble
She called it cleansing your little souls
And building strong bone and teeth

My little Island was all coral and lime stones
  acres and acreage of sugarcane fields to roam
With made the earth more sweet and rich

Tropical; rainy season
Petroleum, fish, natural gas
on the tropical island of Barbados
 what more could any child asked for?
besides being happy and safe

  Looking back with a warm feeling
for the love of the island winds that blew
 Over the hills on windy days 
How can I not give back to the Island?

  My heart would always remains
 On the coral and lime stones earth.
Where Pride and Industry of the little Island is our motto

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