Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Old record spinning in the yard Dust on the cover Fire in the song Elders humming Rocking slow Eyes closed Every word strong [Chorus] Burning like a nyahbinghi flame Calling every lost one by their name From St. Ann hills to every shore Spear still marching Spirit at the door (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Drums talk truth in the evening heat Children sway Bare feet in the clay Story of the captives Story of the brave Carried in the chant we sing today [Chorus] Burning like a nyahbinghi flame Calling every lost one by their name From St. Ann hills to every shore Spear still marching Spirit at the door [Bridge] Voice like thunder Heart like rain Wash this wounded world again If you listen close You hear that cry “Remember who you are ” rising to the sky [Chorus] Burning like a nyahbinghi flame Calling every lost one by their name From St. Ann hills to every shore Spear still marching Spirit at the door (Spear still marching) Burning Burning Nyahbinghi flame Rising Rising Always the same
Tags
Roots reggae in the classic Burning Spear tradition: slow, meditative one-drop groove, deep round bass, rimshot snare, and hand drums. Horn section carries simple, haunting lines, with male vocals up front—urgent yet stoic. Group chants and call-and-response on the hook, light organ skank, and subtle dub echoes on key phrases., reggae, tribute
Duration
3:26
Instrumental
No
Created
1/17/2026