Drum beat rolling, sun already high Iron ringing like the island talking back Morning breeze arguing with the heat Flip-flops racing down the village street Everybody know everybody name News travel faster than the radio wave Miss Mary watching who pass who gate Whole island small, but the talk real great Smile wide even when pocket tight We make joke first, then we make it right If rain fall hard, we laugh some more If times get rough, we still encore We small but we loud, hear we voice clear Sun in we blood, pride in we frontier From sea to hill, every yard first class Laugh through trouble — that is we style, yes! Steel pan talking truth in iron tone History heavy, but we stand full-grown From granny story to the children play Culture strong, nah blow away Rum shop parliament every night Solving world problems before first light Everybody coach, everybody ref But when it count, we stand correct If boat rock so, we ride the wave Island heart bold, island spirit brave We small but we loud, hear we voice clear Sun in we blood, pride in we frontier From sea to hill, every yard first class Laugh through trouble — that is we style, yes! We nah perfect, but we real Hard times teach us how to feel Then drum beat come, worries gone By tomorrow, strength back on We small but we loud, whole world know Island soul heavy, but the spirit glow From sea to hill, raise hand and say This is we life — and we proud, all day!
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