Jamaica my home sweet home
How I long to tire from walking up a hill
Or slip while treading down a rocky trail
Waking in the morning and opening my windows
to the sunshine and the breeze
Oh such a pity the breeze cannot be bottled and stored
Have you ever awoke in April, May or June?
To the air resounding with the call of the nightingales

When I was small the roosters were a bother
Their crowing indicating daylight was near
Now how I would pay just hear a rooster crow
How I miss the sound of children's laughter at play
Their freedom, joy and abandonment
They are loved there's nothing for them to fear
Woe be to the man or woman that seek to harm one
Everyone are their guardians and protectectors

Jamaica cherish what you have and remain free
Where you can do and say as you please
There's no one stopping you from being who you want to be
Or throwing pebbles in the sea if that's what you choose
The soil is fertile and there's sunshine and rain
An abundance of food in mountain or Plain
Where else is found fuits in every season
And all year some crop in the ground

Jamaica how can I forget you
Waking at 3:00 am with the moon so bright
Taking a book and reading by it's light
How I miss walking with the dew on the grass
Smelling the flower blossoms in the morning air
Enjoying that special breeze that blowsat the end of the year
Let me not forget fresh fruit from the trees
Or food dug fresh from the ground and straight to the pot