CHRISTMAS IN MY LAND
By Singing Francine
Where you spending your Christmas?
What you miss about Christmas?
What you cooking this yuletide Christmas morn?
I have all the things you could think of mixed with a little love
But it just don't feel like what we get back home.
I miss pigeon peas and rice, ginger beer and ice
I miss Christmas in my land
I miss sweet bread and ham, sorrel and jam
I miss Christmas in my land.
That's why
[I coming home] for the Christmas season
[I coming home] for more than one reason
I coming to hear Christmas rooster crow
[I coming home] to smell black cake baking
And to watch them children playing in the sun
I miss Christmas in my land.
That's right
[I coming home, I coming home, I coming home] I miss Christmas in my land
[I coming home, I coming home, I coming home] I miss Christmas in my land.
My Caribbean airline will get me there on time
I coming home to spend Christmas in my land.
What you doing for Christmas?
Where you feting for Christmas?
What parang you go sing this Christmas day?
I have all dem parang soca, I playing them night and day
But they just don't sound like Queen Daisy Voisin.
I miss bottle and spoon, I miss Daisy croon
I miss Christmas in my land
I miss a good lavuay, I miss San Jose
I miss Christmas in my land.
That's why
[I coming home] for this Christmas season
[I coming home] for more than one reason
I coming to hear Christmas rooster crow
[I coming home] to sing true, true parang
And to show them how it is done in the sun
I miss Christmas in my land.
That's right
[I coming home, I coming home, I coming home] I miss Christmas in my land
[I coming home, I coming home, I coming home] I miss Christmas in my land.
Christmas morning, hear neighbour fowl cock crowing
I miss Christmas in my land.
What you drinking for Christmas?
What you eating for Christmas?
Make any punch-a-crema yet this year?
I feel for some homemade mauby, a hot cup of chocolate tea
Some garlic pork or local -------------
I miss rice wine with ice, some jubjub nice
I miss Christmas in my land
I miss bake pork and ham, pepperpot and lamb
I miss Christmas in my land.
That's why
[I coming home] for the Christmas season
[I coming home] for more than one reason
I coming to hear Christmas rooster crow in the morning
[I coming home] to see sunshine shining
And to hear them church bells chiming in the sun
I miss Christmas in my land.
That's right
[I coming home, I coming home, I coming home] I miss Christmas in my land
[I coming home, I coming home, I coming home] I miss Christmas in my land...
Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................
A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Singing Francine.
"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
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