As mornming breaks the heaver on high , I lift my heavy load to the sky.
Sun comes down with a burning glow,mingles my sweat with the earth below.
I see women on benned knee,cutting pane for her family.
I see man at waterside casting nets at the surging tide.
I pray the day will never come,When I can't awake to the sound of drum
Never let me miss carnival With calypso songs philosophical. |