Enchantment

My sunny, tropic land, I hear you calling me From glade to glade from every fruited tree Where birds feast piping delicious melodies My sunny tropic land and Flanker's sunny leas The sugarcanes have tasseled and bright now The poinciana blooms, Solomon feeds his sow Broady comes with fish stringed from his early Hunt and forage of the sea, and you call for me And Ducky too, perhaps, run o'er Dredge sands The conch shell by the pink tongue in his hands And Buffat kinder logs still with puffs of blue smoke And me you call with burning eyes, and choke My sunny, tropic land, I hear you calling me Where the white waves crash as horses glee Hot dumplings fried with codfish for early tea I ride the reckless winds of reckless memory. Before me now the open stretch, saddle dream And let me ride, for Jamaica in her sunshine gleam Away the stress of morning news, and new bills Every day, I come, I come, O green green hills.