Rain Pon Granny Zinc

You used to set a bucket by di door when di clouds turn grey over St. Thomas side And yuh sing one hymn with di kettle pon di coal, while mi tuck under yuh arm fi hide Yuh hands did smell like thyme and Blue Soap, and yuh never once raise yuh voice Yuh seh likkle bit a nothing share between two people still a blessing and a choice Rain a fall, Granny Soft, soft, soft Mi still can hear you Up inna di loft Mi buy a concrete house with di roof all sealed, and it quiet like nobody live Yuh old tin mug deh pon mi kitchen shelf, it a teach mi what yuh had fi give Mi tell mi likkle boy bout di breadfruit tree and how you roast it black pon di yard Him ask mi why mi eye dem wet, and mi tell him some good tings hard Rain a fall, Granny Soft, soft, soft Mi still can hear you Up inna di loft So mi put a piece a zinc pon di back veranda. Just one sheet. Fi when it rain.