Summertime On Montserrat

Summertime On Montserrat


It's summertime on the Island, 
what's a kid to do?

Flowers, cherries, mango, 
everything ripe for the picking.

It's summertime on the Island man 
and all he has to do is nothing.

Smell that fresh air, hear those bees 
and humming birds speak.

What a day, not a raindrop anywhere
in sight on chances peak.

Cricket, marbles, hunt that agouti, 
grab some coconuts and maybe later the beach.

What's a kid to do?

Nothing but blue skies, 
as far as the eyes can reach.

Here comes the fellas, skipping,
laughing, it's time to get going.

Summertime on Island man and 
all he has to do is nothing.

God almighty!

This is as close to heaven
as I'm ever going to be.


It's summertime on the Island,
what's a kid to do?

Flowers, cherries, mango, 
everything is burning.

It's summertime on the Island man 
and all he has to do is nothing.

Smell that acrid air, listen, 
maybe you can hear the earth speak.

Piles of ash,  billowing smoke, damn, 
you can't even see chances peak.

No cricket, no marbles, no hunting that agouti,
not even the fucking beach.

What's a kid to do?

Nothing but ash and smoke 
as far as the eyes can reach.

Boom, another explosion, 
another round of evacuating.

Summertime on the island man 
and all he has to do is nothing.

God almighty!

This is as close to Hell
as I'm ever going be
"everything has a price kid, even paradise.." AK.