Come Back Home [Song]

Uploaded by calypzombie85
COME BACK HOME
By Lord Kitchener

Aye Mama, ay yay yaye, Mama,
I want to come home see you
No money here, no garden, me fear
So darling, what shall I do?

Come along my boy, everything is changed
You ent got to beseech nor to bow
This is just the time you must come back home
Trinidad is independent now.

Me feel so nice like Paradise
To hear such wonderful news
Yes, my Mam, before me come
Me have to buy one brown shoes.

Come along my boy, everything is changed
You ent got to beseech nor to bow
This is just the time you must come back home
Trinidad is independent now.

That blessed ------, the land of Isle
A place that no man can stand
It make me glad, oh, sweet Trinidad
The country where I was born.

Come along, my boy, everything is changed
You ent got to beseech nor to bow
This is just the time you must come back home
Trinidad is independent now.

We always rich with island pitch
And plenty yam and cocoa
We now --------- big like New York
We should be freed long ago.

Come along, my boy, everything is changed
You ent got to beseech nor to bow
This is just the time you must come back home
Trinidad is independent now.

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!

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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

Forward Home [Song]

Uploaded by Andre Tanker - Topic
FORWARD HOME
By Andre Tanker (1941-2003)

The lyrics below were transcribed from the version released in the 1996 album, "Children of the Big Bang". That version was expanded and there are differences, for example, "forward" is used instead of "come back".

I went away looking for another home
I try to run away, run way from my destiny
In another world, a world that was strange to me
I try to change myself, change my identity
But strong is the power of love, the power of freedom
The power black music fills my heart yeah
I forward to stay.

Chorus:
I went away, I leave and I forward home
I forward to stay, I must see mih way.
I went away, I leave and I forward home
I forward to stay, I must see mih way.

I went away through clouds and through falling mist
Multinational galaxies floating on inflated bliss
Through timeless loops, distortions and harmonies
And people like octo melodies, some with double agent strategies
And strong is the power of love, the power of freedom
The power black music fills my heart, yeah, yeah
I forward to stay.

Chorus:
I went away, I leave and I forward home
I forward to stay, I must see mih way.
I went away, I leave and I forward home
I forward to stay, I must see mih way.

[I went away] Yes, I pack my bundle
[I went away] Forward in the concrete jungle
[I went away] Was so cold!
[I went away] Early in the morning, no one to hold your hand
No one to understand. Yeah, yeah
When the blues gets you down
When the blues gets you down, down, down.

I had to forward home [Forward home]
Yes, I forward home [Forward home]
Yes, I forward home [Forward home]
And when I clear the airport and I make the highway
And I heard the sound of drums coming from the hills
I follow the sound of drums, I went into a yard
A lady told me, she say, "Son."
Point me to the four corners of the universe
And she rubbed my head with oil
And I knelt down and give thanks now.

Aye ayure, ayana o le le, aye ayure, ayana o le le
[Aye ayure, ayana o le le, aye ayure, ayana o le le]
Aye ayure, ayana o le le, aye ayure, ayana o le le

Chorus:
I went away, I leave and I forward home
I forward to stay, I must see mih way.
I went away, I leave and I forward home
I forward to stay, I must see mih way.

[Forward home, forward home]
[Forward home, forward home]

[Strong is the power of love, strong is the power of love]
[Strong is the power of love, strong is the power of love]

[Forward home, forward home]
[Forward home, forward home]

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!
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A Note from the Gull

Thank you, Andre Tanker!

"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

Back To Mi Home [Song]

Uploaded by mistou98
BACK TO MI HOME
By King Selewa & His Calypsonians

Refrain:
Back to mi home, oh my west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know

Well, ah travelled east and ah travelled west
To places nowherians call de best
Africa, Europe and Canada
South America and even Russia
New Zealand, England or Italy
Good gracious, ah miss my TnT.

Too many trains and too many planes
Took me away, dey drove me insane!
Bad people dey tried to poison me
Dem used obeah and simidimi
Look, here I am, no dey could not kill me
Mi heart belong to de land of an Iere!

Refrain:
Back to mi home, oh my west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know.

Ah mus' confess dat dere is no place
Like mi bungalow in de west indies
Ah wish I'd spend mi very last years
Here wid a cool glass of Vat 19
Watchin' mi dawta Joséphine
Playin' "Uncle Joe" on she violin!

Refrain:
Back to mi home, oh mi west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know

Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!

Refrain:
Back to mi home
Back to mi home, oh my west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know
Back to mi home, oh my west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know
Back to mi home.

Source:The lyrics posted for this song were kindly provided by King Selewa.
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A Note From The Gull

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Thank you, King Selewa!

"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

I'd Rather Be In Trinidad

By David Rudder

February, every year
It must be the tabanca month
But my boss in my job
Could say just what de hell he want
We got woman wining and dey backing back
I'll be in a jet plane, time to attack, oh lord

I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, aye
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, oh yeah, yeah, yeah!

American elections, stalemate
Mister Bush and Mister Gore
Mass confusion in Florida
Dem boys are such a blasted bore
We got Panday and Rowley
We used to have Dhanraj Singh
Look, we got rum and roti
Bacchanal and ting, Gypsy?

I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, yeah, yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, lord, lord, lord!

So many girls, so little time
Ash Wednesday, a day of great -----
Look ah bumbum dey, oh lord
I'll surely be coming again
See allyuh people in de streets
Together, my brothers will reign
Trini woman looking sweet
Come, jump in and ease your pain

Cause, I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, oh yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, yeah

London town, too damn cold
What de hell ah doing here?
Three o' clock in the evening it pitch dark
What a terrible affair
Trini got woman wining and dey backing back
Look ah on a jet plane, attack, attack, attack, attack!

I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, oh yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad oh yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad oh yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh

Down in the panyard got everyday people
That's where I wanna be
Down in Belmont got everyday people
That's who I wanna see
In de streets of Trindad got everyday people
People I wanna know
The Desperados are playing in Laventille
So that's where I wannna go, oh

I'd rather be in Trinidad, oh lord
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, yeah yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, woh yeah!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you David Rudder.

"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

Coming Home [Song]

Uploaded by Jason DeBellotte
COMING HOME
By Terra B

Chorus
Oh lord, how ah miss mih country
Ten years now ah living in DC
As soon as ah get some money
Ah coming home, ah coming home!

Cyah wait to walk by the Savannah
Stop and drink some coconut water
With mih wife, mih son and mih daughters
[Ah coming home, ah coming home!]
Pass by Hott Shoppe, pick up ah roti
Go down Charford and check out mih Mammy
Down St James by Smokey and Bunty
[Ah coming home, ah coming home!)

Chorus
Oh lord, how ah miss meh country
Ten years now ah living in DC
As soon as ah get some money
Ah coming home, ah coming home!

Talk 'bout Sunday crab and callaloo
Macaroni pie and cascadou
Chicken in the oven, barbeque
[Ah coming home, ah coming home!]
Go down Maracas and take ah swim
Eating bake and shark in ah timing
Bounce up mih old partner, start liming
[Ah coming home, ah coming home!]

Chorus
Oh lord, how ah miss meh country
Ten years now ah living in DC
As soon as ah get some money
Ah coming home, ah coming home!

Mih bawl, miss mih country bad, miss mih country bad
Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad...
Mih bawl, ah miss mih country bad, miss mih country bad
Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad...
Because me jump on ah plane in Washington DC
One little stop down in Miami
Over de swamp to the Caribbean Sea
When ah reach we gonna start de winery
That's why me bawl, miss meh country bad, miss mih country bad
Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad...
Mih bawl, ah miss mih country bad, miss mih country bad
Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad...

Friday evening, walk down Frederick Street
If you see dem gyal dem how dey sweet
Buy Chinee mango on Charlotte Street
[Ah coming home, ah coming home!]
Independence Square, Royal Castle
Ah man selling nuts on bicycle
Ah woman selling papers and mango
(Ah coming home, ah coming home!)

Chorus
Oh lord, how ah miss mih country
Ten years now ah living in DC
As soon as ah get some money
Ah coming home, ah coming home!

Monday playing mas with Burrokeets
Is three days now me ent get sleep
Cyah wait fuh Tuesday to hit de streets
[Ah coming home, ah coming home!)
On Tuesday ah jumping with Minshall
Poison, Wayne Berkeley and Legend
Heading straight tuh las lap after ten
[Ah coming home, ah coming home!]

Mih bawl, miss mih country bad, miss mih country bad
Jump on a plane going straight to Trinidad
Ah say, miss mih country bad, miss mih country bad
Jump on a plane going straight to Trinidad
Because me jump on ah plane in Washington DC
One little stop down in Miami
Over de swamp to the Caribbean Sea
Sweet T&T, land of ----------
Love mih country bad, love mih country bad
Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad...
Love mih country bad, love mih country bad
Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad...

Chorus
Oh lord, how ah miss mih country
Ten years now ah living in DC
As soon as ah get some money
Ah coming home, ah coming home!

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A Note from the Gull



Thank you, Terra B.

"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

Trinity

Performed by Kobo Town
Lead singer/songwriter Drew Gonsalves

Twelve years ago and I can still clearly remember
That bright day in the middle of December
A world away, couldn’t take my mind off her
But now I wait high in the sky right above her

From this glorious height
I gazed with delight
As the clouds that covered her like a shroud
Parted to reveal the sight

Chorus:
And then I saw her standing there
Bright in the morning sun
I could only stare
In silent admiration
Allyuh I don’t know
Why dis land does have me so
Oh, how I long to be
Back home by my Trinity.

I can still recall the moment I descended
I thought that the years of my exile had ended
Face wet with tears, I ran to embrace her
But she just stared past me as if I was a stranger

Closer to the ground
Wheels now touchin’ down
And the land I had known, claimed as my own
Had moved along

Chorus:
And then I saw her standing there
Bright in the morning sun
I could only stare
In silent admiration
Allyuh I don’t know
Why dis land does have me so
Oh, how I long to be
In de arms of my Trinity.

Her clothes were torn, and her shirt was all tattered
Her eyes downcast, every hope and joy scattered
Dream of my past, bright memory shattered
But I adore her still ‘cause I know that all that don’t matter

Thunder in the sky
Water in she eye
The rain soon fell as if to tell
That the tears weren’t only mine

Chorus:
And then I saw her standing there
Bright in the morning sun
I could only stare
In silent admiration
Allyuh I don’t know
Why dis land does have me so
Oh, how I long to be
Back home by my Trinity.

© Copyright – Kobo Town.
Posted with the kind permission of Kobo Town.

Visit Kobo Town to listen to this song.

Back to My West India Home [Song]

Uploaded by cvbagva
BACK TO MY WEST INDIA HOME
By Sam Manning

Said I’m leaving, leaving, leaving this town today
Sailing, sailing like a stowaway
Empty handed, broken-hearted, got no trunks to pack
But I am happy ‘cause I am going home and I ain’t coming back.

Back to my West India home where the coconuts grow
Back, back where I belong never to roam no more
I ain’t got no money, I’ve been broke for the longest time
But the folks will be glad to see me though I ain’t got a dime.
Oh yes, I am going right back with the flowers and the bees
Oh now I am hurrying back ‘neath the coconut trees
Over there don’t have to have the blues
Don’t need no overcoat, I wasn’t born with shoes
I’m just a rolling stone going back to my West India home.

Back to my West India home where the coconuts grow
Back, back where I belong never to roam no more
I ain’t got no money, been broke for the longest time
But the folks will be glad to see me though I ain’t got a dime.
I say, I am going right back with the flowers and the bees
Oh yes, I am hurrying back ‘neath the coconut trees
Over there don’t have to have the blues
Don’t need no overcoat, I wasn’t born with shoes
I’m just a rolling stone going back to my West India home.

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!
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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

Home, Sweet Home [Song]

  Uploaded by Emmanuel Ortiz | Published on May 3, 2015
HOME, SWEET HOME
By The Mighty Terror

Hallelujah, I come back home
Hallelujah, no more to roam.
I live in England thirteen years
And many days I shedding tears
Now I back home to rest my bones.

Home sweet home, home sweet home
There is no other place like home
No matter wherever you roam
Make up your mind and come back home.

I’ve been weeping both day and night
I’ve been pining for my delight
I love my crab and callaloo
And my favourite cascadou
Now ah back home, I crush their bones.

Home sweet home, home sweet home
There is no other place like home
No matter wherever you roam
Make up your mind and come back home.

When I study freedom at home
I often wondered what made me roam
I had to fight with all my might
To come from darkness into light
Hallelujah, I won the fight.

Home sweet home, home sweet home
There is no other place like home
No matter wherever you roam
Make up your mind and come back home.

Trinidadians, take my advice
You are born in a paradise
Don’t let people mislead you
For you may have to shed tears too
Now I’m back home to stay with you.

Home sweet home home sweet home
There is no other place like home
No matter wherever you roam
Make up your mind and come back home.

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!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Mighty Terror.




"Trinidadians, take my advice
You are born in a paradise
Don’t let people mislead you
For you may have to shed tears too"

"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