Galang dada
Galang gwwaan yaw sah
You nevvah ad noh life to live
Jus the one life to give
You did your time on earth
You nevvah get you just desert
Galang goh smile in the sun
Galang goh satta in the palace of peace
O the water
It is so deep
The water
It is so dark
And it is full of hawbah shaak
The land is like a rack
Slowly shattahrin to san
Sinking in a sesa of calamity
Where fear breeds shadows
That lurks in the dark
Where people are afraid to walk
Afraid to think afraid to speak
Where the present is haunted by the past
That’s where I bawn
Get to know about storms
Learn to cling to the dawn
And when I hear my daddy is sick
I quickly pack and take a trip
I nevvah have no time
When i arrived
To see no sunny beach
When I arrived
Just people living in shack
People living back-to-back
Amongst cockroaches and rats
Among dirt and disease
Subject to terrorist attack
Political intrigue
Constant grief
And no sign of relief
O the grass
Turn brown
So many trees
Cut down
And the land is overgrown
From country to town
Is just tissel and town
In the wound of the poor
Is a miracle how they endure
The pain night and day
The stench of decay
The clarin sights
The guarded affluence
The arrogant vices
Cole eyes of contemp
The mackin symbols of independence
There I bawn
Get to know about storms
Learn to cling to the dawn
And when the news reaches me< br/>That my one daddy died
I caught a plane quick
And when I got to my sunny isle
It was the same old style
The money well dry
The bullitts are flying
Many innocents are dying
Many rivahs run dry
Ganja planes flyin' high
The poor man is trying
You think a little try him try
Holdin' awn bye and bye
When a dallah can't buy
A little dinnah for a fly
Galang dada
Galang gwaan yaw sah
You nevvah ad no life to live
Just the one life to give
You did your time on earth
You nevvah get you just desert
Galang go smile in the sun
Galang go satta in the palace of peace
I know you couldn't take it dada
The anguish and the pain
The suffering the problems the strain
The struggling in vain
To make two ens meet
So that their children could get
A little something to eat
To put cloaz on their backs
To put shoes on their feet
When a dallah can't buy
A little dinnah for a fly
I know you tried dada
Your fite is a good fite
But the dice were loaded
And the card pack fix
Yet still you reach fifty-six
Before you lose your leg wicket
' It is not your bawn grung here'
So we bury you a stranger's burying ground
Near to mhum and cousin Daris
Not far from the quarry
Down of August Town

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