Title: “Flanigan’s Roots”
(Bob Marley-inspired reggae, slow and grooving, with skanking guitar and steady one-drop rhythm)
Verse 1
Flanigan Francis, son of the sun,
Wanderin’ far but his heart nah done.
Tropical breeze still callin’ him home,
Where the mango trees and the rivers flow.
Miskutia soil under his feet,
Green mountains high and the ocean sweet.
He close him eyes and him smell the air,
Saltwater kiss and the farm life there.
Chorus
Oh Flanigan, come back to the land,
Where the cows dem a graze on the golden sand.
Beach a callin’, farm a waitin’ too,
Coconuts fallin’ and the sky so blue.
One love, one heart, Muskitia true,
Flanigan Francis, the island man dew.
Missin’ them cows and the morning dew,
Take him back home where the good life grew.
Verse 2
Early mornin’ light on the cattle pen,
Flanigan laughin’ with his old friends.
Milkin’ the cows as the waves crash near,
Beach just a stone throw from the frontier.
Plantain and rice cookin’ on the fire,
Sun goin’ down like a ball of desire.
Him carry the spirit like a rebel soul,
But the farm and the ocean dem pullin’ him whole.
Chorus
Oh Flanigan, come back to the land,
Where the cows dem a graze on the golden sand.
Beach a callin’, farm a waitin’ too,
Coconuts fallin’ and the sky so blue.
One love, one heart, Miskutia true,
Flanigan Francis, the island man dew.
Missin’ them cows and the morning dew,
Take him back home where the good life grew.
Bridge
No matter how far the road may lead,
The roots dem strong like the old ceiba tree.
Jah know the plan, Jah know the way,
Soon you’ll be back where the children play.
On the warm white sand, with the cattle sound,
Peace and love in every pound… every pound.
Outro (fade with horns)
Flanigan Francis… Miskutia callin’…
Back to the farm… back to the sea…
One love… one heart… set we free…
