Lyrics:
Lynval Golding, born 1951
Mendes, St Catherine, Jamaica
The year was 1954, you know
Sir Winston Churchill shout across the Western islands
He
fahrenheits
Where the music always sweeter foregn nice?
C heck we party scene out for a night
In this place call Jamaica
Sweet sweet Jamaica
Land of fruits
at Fort Hamilton
Say your prayers at Saint Catherine's
In Brizzi's they be stiff as mannequins
Down at Fort Hamilton
In Greenwood Cemetery
They be landing
Saint Catherine, we went back home with my pockets full of sweets,
My mom said: ""We still have to go into Uncle Peter's because Aunt Antoinette wants
La Saint-Jean d'été se danse
Au seuil de ma porte
La Saint-Jean d'été passée
Catherine dansait
Elle avait mis du miel dans ses cheveux
Et, dans mon
dansent le calypso
Avec la gang de frogs à Cousteau
Catherine, ma femme, tu le croiras pas
J'ai mangé du blé d'Inde, des cretons, de la poutine
Pis des
Vianney, pray for us
Saint Catherine of Siena, pray for us
Saint Teresa of Jesus, pray for us
Saint Louis, pray for us
Saints Joachim and Ann, pray for us
Francis and Saint Dominic, pray for us.
Saint Francis Xavier, pray for us.
Saint John Vianney, pray for us.
Saint Catherine of Siena, pray for us.
Saint
dansent le calypso
Avec la gang de frogs à Cousteau
Catherine, ma femme, tu le croiras pas
J'ai mangé du blé d'Inde, des cretons, de la poutine
Pis des
and roamed in the name
Of a man they never knew
Hypatia
Saint Catherine, Alexandria, numbers
She loved the ones who took her down
In the name of a crown
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Catherine Jamaica
Yea we love De La Vega
Oohhh
Fora
Fora
Fora
Fora
Oohhh
Fora
Fora
Fora
Fora
Fora
Oohhh
Fora
Fora
Fora
Fora
Fora
Oohhh
To my favourite
at the Palace
I Forget why it had to be
Saint Catherine’s day
Bet you don’t get back to south Dakota
You said there’s nothing here
but indians and gin
I
Latin
Niejaka Diana z Saint Germain
Catherine Christine Josette
Michelle oraz Antoinette
A ja gdy go słucham udaję że wierzę
„No tak to fakt"
Bo dziadzio
Catherine liked high places
High up, high up on the hills
A place for making noises
Like whales
Noises like the whales
Here she built a chapel
Ring them bells Saint Catherine
From the top of the room
Ring them bells from the fortress
From the lilies that bloom
For the lines they are long
flayed alive and his tongue ripped from his head
Yet everyone who saw him agreed that he looked even better dead
Saint Catherine Laboure is tucked away in
ourselves into the ground
The humming of the traffic on st. catherine's
Breaks the slow fall down
The truth is behind the hotel
The body's underneath
Big dance lata you haffi hot hot
Portmore, Kingston, Spanish Town
Saint Catherine
Saint Thomas, Saint James, Saint Ann
Clarendon
Portland,
innocence dies
Ring them bells for Saint Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them bells from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
Oh, the lines are
innocence dies
Ring them bells for Saint Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them bells from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
Oh, the lines are
Invoking vanity
Her guilt was hag ridden
As she whipped herself
Until the blood ran free
Saint Catherine
Showed all the signs
Beyond
meet there we can light up the crib!
Keepin my shit like 110!
If you wanna race get baked when i skate off
Imma take my first vaca in Jamaica
Shawty
The Lord called me out of my childhood
And I did not understand
Saint Margaret freed my heart to hear God
And to lead a group of men
I was young
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