The diaspora's here, from the famine's plight, built the cities, day and night
Then came the Windrush, sunshine and steel, Jamaican rhythms, the way we feel
We met, we mingled, a beautiful blend, mixed-race babies 'til the very end
Curly hair, brown eyes, a vibrant hue
A new generation, strong and true

The diaspora's here, from the famine's plight, built the cities, day and night
Then came the Windrush, sunshine and steel, Jamaican rhythms, the way we feel
We met, we mingled, a beautiful blend, mixed-race babies 'til the very end
Curly hair, brown eyes, a vibrant hue.
A new generation, strong and true.