My Pretty Island (A Jamaica Lament) [feat. Pam Hall]

MY PRETTY ISLAND (Jamaica Lament) O my pretty Island Your mothers are praying They're praying for fathers Who have walked away They're wishing and hoping That someday they 'ill come back O when will their prayers be heard? O my pretty Island Your mothers are crying They're crying for children Who have gone astray Their tear drops live rivers Are washing their faces O when will their children return? Lament O my pretty Island Your mothers are grieving They're grieving for babies Some slain by the gun Their hearts are broken Their spirits are shattered Let's be the comfort they need; They need.