My Jamaica luv your mountains hold misty secrets of pain that birth streets of children flowin through your vein’s My Jamaica luv your tears are consumed by mother oceans power as father sun feeds a hunger that kills every hour My Jamaica luv your voice is reggae music that beats a strong heart for hope to smile on those who push a cart My Jamaica luv your beauty is a wonder to the lovers from afar who pay your people to build another Jack Tar My Jamaica Luv your eyes are a window to visions caused by war that consumes freedom your son Bob Marley fought for My Jamaica luv your hair is woven by many hands united that plant a Rasta garden for the lost who are divided My Jamaica Luv your lips taste of sweet mango to those you kiss in your arms they eat holy akee the most cherished of your charms
