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.
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