This Is My Jamaica
Through the struggle of her years
Through the tyranny of tears
She barefooted braved the sun
Breasting children upward to sky
The day beyond the blue horizon
Her songs masked sorrows from the eye.
Through the slanting slivers of rain
Through the quiet pangs of pain
Her hands were blistered in the care
Of histories with which she robed them
And when stars came late, no fear
Turned her back from the road she charted them
Through the rising tides of flood
Through her blood soaked in the mud
She stumbled but would not fall
Mettling heart with self belief, she
Gave God praise, and would not crawl
This woman forging iron history.
Let others see here white beaches or gold
Let see palm trees swaying stately and bold
Or waters like sapphire in the sun
I see my Jamaica, and her children laughing
This my country where blue mountains run
This my Jamaica from her Stony Gut rising.
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