Intro “Come hear the tale of the island men, Who crossed the sea and worked with hand and pen. From sun-up to the setting moon, They built the path where ships now swoon…” Verse 1 From Jamaica, Barbados, and Trinidad, They came with hope, though times were bad. To Panama’s jungle, thick and wide, With pick and shovel, they did not hide. They cleared the land, they dug the trench, In heat and rain, they did not flinch. The Canal rose from sweat and song, Antillean hearts, forever strong. Chorus Ohhh, voices of the Canal, sing it loud! Steelpan echo, make us proud. Antillean soul, Caribbean flame, History carved in every name. Ohhh, voices of the Canal, rise again, From Colón town to Balboa bend. They built the way, they paid the toll, With rhythm, labor, and mighty soul. Verse 2 They lived in camps, they danced at night, Told stories by the lantern light. Mama cooked with coconut stew, Papa prayed for skies of blue. Gold roll high, silver roll low, But dignity still stole the show. They sang their songs, they played their part, With calypso fire in every heart. Chorus Ohhh, voices of the Canal, sing it loud! Steelpan echo, make us proud. Antillean soul, Caribbean flame, History carved in every name. Ohhh, voices of the Canal, rise again, From Colón town to Balboa bend. They built the way, they paid the toll, With rhythm, labor, and mighty soul. Bridge Say “Who built the locks?” – We did! Say “Who faced the shocks?” – We did! Say “Who made it flow?” – We did! Antillean pride, let the whole world know! Verse 3 Now their children walk the land, With stories passed from hand to hand. The drums still beat, the songs still play, Their legacy lives on today. So when you sail through Panama’s gate, Give thanks to those who bore the weight. Their names may fade, but not their soul, They made the Canal, they made it whole. Final Chorus Ohhh, voices of the Canal, sing it loud! Steelpan echo, make us proud. Antillean soul, Caribbean flame, History carved in every name. Ohhh, voices of the Canal, rise again, From Colón town to Balboa bend. They built the way, they paid the toll, With rhythm, labor, and mighty soul.
