Joy Cometh In The Morning [Song]

JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING
Performed by Denyse Plummer
Composed by Christophe Grant

Reprise:
Bombs exploding - lives imploding people shaking
- records breaking
Meh leaders braying - tell me what dey saying?
Joy is coming - when? - in the morning
Sirens howling - bandits prowling bullets flying
- children dying
A mother moaning - meh country groaning
But joy is coming - when? - in the morning

The time has come, for all honest men and true
To do more for the country than the country could do for you
We used to call here El Dorado, we used to call here paradise
Now the whole place like a ghetto, and the children paying de price
Behind burglar-proof we hiding, cause we ‘fraid to cross we gate
De nation backsliding while dem polytricksters debate
In this fabled land of plenty, ah wish I could believe
In their "vision 20/20", but I cannot be so naive.

(When they tell me)

Chorus 1
Joy cometh in the morning
For all I see is brothers dying needlessly
In every Petit Valley, shadows of death
Come let us all rally with our last breath
(To make sure)
Joy cometh in the morning
With de dawning sun
Stop this hate we spawning, lord! Put down de gun
Brothers and sisters, with our heads held high
Is you and me have to lift each other up, up to the sky
(Enough is enough)

The time has come to get rid of all dem myth
Dat god is somehow a Trini, this notion we must dismiss
It seems that we always fronting
How this country is truly blessed
But beyond the flags and de bunting, meh nation in a mess
Everyday is more kidnapping, while some treat de law with contempt
Despite de charges cops slapping, it seems that some are exempt
While no one is admitting who has us in this jam
We keep spinelessly submitting. Maybe we should all salaam
(When dey tell meh)

Chorus 2
Joy cometh in de morning
For all I hear is mothers grieving everywhere
In every village, scattered shells
Rape and pillage. Life is hell
(But if)
Joy is to come in de morning
We must all cease this hate we spawning and practice peace
No more division, oh lord no more blood
Just one blessed nation under god
(Enough is enough)

Who is to blame for this national nightmare
De buck and de shame we passing
Like a game of musical chairs
Something seems to be sinister in this pit of futility
As we keep on changing ministers of national insecurity
In "URP" and in "Cepep" is a ghost or some other gang
Wanton murder is their precept because nobody doh hang
And I keep on hearing de rumour that growing stronger with time
that de dons and de ones in power
Consort like partners in crime
(Still de tell meh)

Chorus 1
Joy cometh in the morning
For all I see is brothers dying needlessly
In every Petit Valley, shadows of death
Come let us all rally with our last breath
(To make sure)
Joy cometh in the morning
With de dawning sun
Stop this hate we spawning, lord! Put down de gun
Brothers and sisters, with our heads held high
Is you and me have to lift each other up, up to the sky
(Enough is enough)

Reprise (All I hearing)
Rivals clashing - windows smashing
Rampant looting - blatant shooting
Brothers dying - mothers crying (but they tell meh)
Joy is coming - when? - in de morning
(In de meantime)
Bells keep ringing, choirs singing
A mourner shrieking while a coffin creaking
Martyrs falling, sycophants keep bawling

Joy is coming - when? - in de morning

Source: Trinidad Guardian
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare