Jamaica Folk Singers

Each time your repertoire cast spells In cadencce familiar yet strange Revitalizing legacy that time dispels For progress through the amputation that is change I the rock am born again. Sediments Of songs in layers of cementation Forms a mountain of deeper sentiments. The tongue of my eternal castration Will not yield, nor does the river overflowing Where you take the stage that I may hear Particles of faith that keeps on birthing Culture and identity from obscurity here. I love the songs the common people tell The history of our days and years with, I Sit by you where under me the roots swell And rock and roots form a new synergy.