River Glade - Reggae Drums

Oh it's a slow down Monday, Moko Jumbie day in paradise
Everyone is at the harbor night
Bands are playing people swaying as the breezes blow
Oh look at me and you, what a sight

Out of place taking space away from those who know
Just what this reggae life is all about
Then Master Rasta takes our hands puts us in his reggae band
And from the sand he turns to us and shouts

Oh you can master oh that Rasta Rasta
Grow dreads like pasta in your hair
And maybe someday you'll discover Moko Jumbie
Oh and feel like Columbus sighting land

Cause from every Cay to Montego Bay oh is where they say the music comes
So one and all get up and off the wall come hear the call of reggae drums

Politicians pitch their platforms from a flatbed truck
Ladies making passes in the night
All the ships in harbor have their running lights up bright
Everyone is praying for some luck

Oh you can master oh that Rasta Rasta
Grow dreads like pasta in your hair
And maybe someday you'll discover Moko Jumbie
Oh and feel like Columbus sighting land

Rastamania, it's what made us love
Oh the rhythm of the island point of view
Rastamania, we're remaining here
Oh to live our lives among the chosen few

Cause from every Cay to Montego Bay oh is where they say the music comes
So one and all get up and off the wall come hear the call of reggae drums
Oh come hear the call of reggae drums, oooooh, come hear the call of reggae drums
Dayo dayo, come hear the call of reggae drums, oooooh
Come hear the call of reggae drums, dayo dayo, come hear the call of reggae drums....

Written by:
Larry Cohen

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