Of cricket Of our life and thing Tra-la-la-la-la Show me a motion Tra-la-la-la-la Show me emotion Tra-la-la-la-la.
Jamaica - Land of water and of wood Reggae raw and accent rude No soothing Cozier's vocal charm. Hostility, indiscipline Bad boys who give alarm Sent home in admonition - From many people is one nation.
Memento From a time of mento Louise Bennett, Bim & Bam Salt fish, ackee, mango, yam Obeah, Pocomania Norman Manley Marcus Garvey Sir Alexander Bustamante.
Brown girl, how you cried And knew not why you cried When you learned Collie Smith had died.
Back then in your island home Your life in exile yet to come Took the funeral as a reference Of your own lost innocence.
Jamaicans - then and now one people One nation in your grief When Kingston buried Collie Smith.
Always heroes dying young Their talent green Life's-work hardly yet begun - Donald Sangster and Bob Marley - Promise passed Before it had the time to grow. Brown girl, do you know The man for whom you mourn?
For - truth to tell He was one of us as well: Banners flew here at half-mast On learning that his life was past. We'd charmed to Alfred Valentine With Ramadhin - "Those two pals of mine", and Headley hitting hundreds At a pace. Worrell's style and batting grace - Adopted son Of your island in the sun.
Brown girl, you are not The child that you then were When you were there at home.
"Whenever there's moonlight You'll think of then You'll remember The first night He held you tight Remember the warm kiss And his loving arms, dear Whenever there's moonlight You'll think of then".
Bananas green and avocado Vere John on the radio Bread-fruit and the doctor-birds The tunes, the moon The long unending afternoon Hearing Arlott's golden words.
Runs and jubilation Came your way at Edgbaston Comfort in tribulation Brought solace, too, at Nottingham.
"Your eyes are dreaming They're always dreaming of ....." What could you do At your school-girl crush's wedding As you heard the choir singing: "Too late he's gone Too late he's gone".
It changed for all of you At that milestone funeral In your thousand Sharing unrestrained emotion Youth and childhood at an end Before you came to 'Eng-l-and.
Sad to say, you were on your way Wouldn't be back home for many a day
May the words of my mouth And meditation of our hearts Be acceptable in Thy sight Every night.
Brown girl We shall sing Of new-time heroes too Walsh and Michael Holding Adams, Lawrence Rowe Hendriks and Dujon
With Lollipop, and Shantytown In winter snow And summer gloom
No job No Coloureds here No room.
One housing mass From Lewisham To Ladbroke Grove Death by leaking Valor-stove Violent scenes at Notting Hill New Cross Fire And Enoch Powell A social hell - Recent thoughts on which you dwell.
Go back into the other world When you were still a brown-skin girl Friendly days of festival Before Collie Smith's own funeral.
"No woman, no cry" ("No woman, no cry") I know why you, woman, cry You weep for years which pass away Leaving you no chance to say That what it is For which you pine Is yourself in autumn-time ....