[Intro] small thing with a slow, dark cold waves. Hide in the dirt, then sli-k-k that thread, push through the hush where the garden's fed. (Sea roll in hard ) [Drop] Sea roll in hard carry me young (carry me young) Breeze in the shirt and the ba-ba-drr-r line sweet We rock to the tide, keep it loose (Wha-a-a-a) on our feet (feeeet) [Verse 1] Bright ss-u-d a b-b-bla-bla while the rain keep pourin’ We roll through the shower, no stall, no warnin’ Hand pon di wheel and the ba-ba-drr a swing Rain on mi cap but mi still feel the spring [Hook] (Reggae riddim starts, light and bouncy) [Bassline drops, a steady one-drop rhythm] Guitar on the upbeats, bright and clean Percussion shuffles, a gentle shaker and rimshot Keyboard bubbles with a classic organ sound, subtle and sweet Overall feel is relaxed, inviting, like a warm breeze [Chorus] Big sea rolling in the harbor mouth, Salt on the rail and a gull’s hard shout, We lean with the swell, let the boards talk back, Blue on blue as the ferry slips past. [Solo Guitar] Bright, twanging lead rides the chop and spray, slides up the neck, then lets one note hang. Little curls of melody, clean and wide, answering the ba-ba-dr-r-r like it knows the tide. Then a quick bend, a spark, a skittering run, and it falls right back into the one-drop sun. [Verse 2] while the rain keep pourin’ Bright ss-u-d a b-b-bla-bla We roll through the shower, no stall, no warnin’ no stall, no warnin’ the ba-ba-drr a swing Hand pon di wheel Rain on mi cap but mi still feel the spring [Final-Drop] Sea roll in hard, rud-a-dub style carry me young (carry me young) Breeze in the shirt and the ba-ba-drr-r line sweet We rock to the tide, keep it loose (Wha-a-a-a) on our feet (feeeet) [Outro] Passport in the bag, I’m on the next flight out, from YUL to somewhere warm, no doubt. French in the mouth and the drums still swing, “On y va” in the hall when the loudspeaker sing. Snow on the runway, sun on the wing, one more border, one more song to bring.
