Eleven Long Years

Mi tek off mi land down now in Jamaica Callaloo, di box juice, and di sensimillia Givin' thanks and praise to almighty jah jah Glad fi reach now mi safe, mi have fi seen mi father Di sun it a beat and mi a get well para 'Cos a many many tings a di Yoot man now I would like to know Was he fat, was he slim, did he drink or did he smoke? These are di type a di tings a weh a di Yoot man a want fi know It's been eleven long years since mi seen mi father Ay ay mi father Thank God, bless God, mi a go see mi father Now mi know mi reach know mi know mi safe Now mi see mi father a come 'Cos a many many years since him gone When him tek a tek a house and land Fi go better himself, big up himself For weh him did dream a weh did he plan 'Cos di ting I remember di most he was ambitious man So him build up a house, build up a land, buy up a car and a minivan Fi go settle himself and a wait fi di day when a Yoot man come along So everything set, everything fly Now mi know cool and go blow my mind Because mi ready fi go see my father And dat's di only thing upon my mind