The Sacred Tree – Reggae Version

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Song Prompter: Paul King

Verse 1
She was born where the shoreline meets the mountain breeze,
A child of the island, her heartbeat in the seas.
Her grandmother told her of the tree that touched the sky,
Where the spirits of the people live and never die.

Now the men in suits have come with their paper plans,
Talking towers and casinos on the holy land.
They see only profit where her people see their soul,
They would cut down the roots to make the island cold.

Chorus
She said, “This is the sacred tree,
The spirit of my people lives in me.
You can’t buy the sun, you can’t chain the sea,
And you will not tear down our history.”

Verse 2
She stood in the clearing as the bulldozers rolled,
Young but unshaken, her spirit fierce and bold.
With the drum of her heartbeat she raised up her hand,
“I am the daughter of this island, you will not take this land.”

The elders gathered ‘round her, the children sang her name,
The breeze carried prayers like a holy flame.
Developers shouted, “Step aside, we’ll proceed!”
But the island stood united, rooted like the tree.

Chorus
She said, “This is the sacred tree,
The spirit of my people lives in me.
You can’t buy the sun, you can’t chain the sea,
And you will not tear down our history.”

Bridge
Every leaf is a memory, every branch a song,
Every root is the reason we’ve been strong so long.
If you cut this tree, you cut our veins,
If you burn this land, you burn our names.

Verse 3
At the rise of the morning, the bulldozers left,
No machine could conquer what the spirits protect.
The young girl stood, tears of fire in her eyes,
And the sacred tree swayed beneath the island skies.

Final Chorus (slow, soulful)
“This is the sacred tree,
The spirit of my people lives in me.
You can’t buy the sun, you can’t chain the sea,
And you will not tear down our history.”

Outro (spoken chant)
“Our roots are deep, our spirits free,
We are the island, and the island is we.”