Hear de mornin' dove... Callin' from de breadfruit tree... Every morning start de same... Just Papa... An' me... Sun climb over de zinc roof bright Papa wake me with de first daylight "Boy, wash yuh face... De day cyaan wait." Mi splash cool water from de basin straight Coal pot burn, kettle start fi sing Papa hum one old church hymn Him cut de bread... Mi pour de tea... Two plate pon de table... Just him an' me Mama picture hang pon de wall Sometimes mi still hear har call Papa catch mi look... Den squeeze mi shoulder "Come, son... Breakfast gettin' colder." We nuh have much... But we have enough One likkle yard One old roof One strong man Tellin' me de truth When de rain beat hard We still sleep sound Love build a stronger house Than concrete ground Just Papa... An' me... Dat is all... Dat we need. Market day before de sun get high Basket heavy but Papa never sigh Him sell banana... Yam an' cane... Still find reason fi laugh again "Tek dis mango." Mi tell him no. Him just smile... "Growing bwoy need it more." Every time... Him give away de best Like him never know How little him kept. Rain drum pon de zinc all night Light gone out... No candle bright Papa laugh... "Listen good... Rain always stop... Morning always come." Mi never forget dem words. Evening breeze by de river side Fishing line drift with de tide No big speech... No grand plan... Just mi hero... An ordinary man Him look at me... "One day... Dis yard belong to you." Mi smile... "Only if yuh stay." Him laugh... "A piece of me always will." We nuh have much... But we have enough One likkle yard One old roof One strong man Show me de truth Every sunrise Start again Every sunset Still my friend Just Papa... An' me... Two plate pon de table... An' somehow... Dat always enough. Papa lock de door... "Early morning tomorrow." Mi answer... "Yes Papa."
