In a manger like Christ I lay
Yellow fever, yellow hay
Feel the rhythm, the sweetest sound
Making, breaking sacred ground
I'll give you a piece of my love for free,
but whatever I say you will never see
Acquire a taste for a different sound
Make or break it this side of town

Life will never be the same,
In Port-Royal town, I hear it coming
The shaking of the ground,
they're stealing in the day,
In Port-Royal town, the children are running

Ever strange are the lives we lead,
so detached from the things we need
Signs of greed in everyone
Instant addiction and the blood on a gun
Just when you think you've found it,
spinning world won't spin around it
What is wrong? This pain won't peel
The fibres of my life won't heal