As I walk through the cold streets of London
I remember my holidays
This is a cold, wet and grey morning
No sun and blue skies
Remember the happy time
Remember when the sun a shine
Remember when bird a sing
Yeah, I remember everything
Last summer I spent in Kingston, Jamaica
I stayed with my family
We played cricket on the soft grass
Picked Julie mango from from the trees
Remember the happy time...
There is another side to Jamaica
Far away from your Orange Street
Where poor people live in iron shacks
No work, no shoes on them feet
For them, there is no happy time
For them, no sun a shine
For them, no bird a sing
You should know everything"