In a manger like Christ I lay

Yellow fever, yellow hay

Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound

Making, breaking sacred ground

I'd give you a piece of my love for free

But whatever I say you'll never see

Acquire a taste for a different sound

Make or break it this side of town



Life will never be the same

In Port-Royal town, I hear it coming

The shaking of the ground

They're stealing in the day

In Port-Royal town, the children are running



Ever strange the lives we lead

So detached from the things we need

Signs of greed in everyone

Instant eviction and the blood on a gun

Just when you think you've found it

Spinning world I want to spin around it

What is wrong? This pain won't peel

The fibres of my life won't heal