The Border (Live) - Gregory Isaacs

The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On my wall the colours of the maps are running From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming The torches flare up in the night The hand that sets the farms alight Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border In the village where I grew up Nothing seems the same Still you never see the change from day to day And no-one notices the customs slip away Late last night the rain was knocking at my window I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow I thought I saw down in the street The spirit of the century Telling us that we're all standing on the border In the islands where I grew up Nothing seems the same It's just the patterns that remain An empty shell But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon sails among the clouds Turns the rifles into silver on the border On the border On the border On the border

You must be lost in a faraway land I searched forever your footprints in the sand I feel you need me, I have to answer That desperate call that I do not understand A burning bridge, a lonely highway Another dark night thinking alone What could've happened, am I just dreaming? It doesn't matter but there's one thing that I know If I could make it to the border If I could make it to the coast If I could make it to the border I'd be in the arms of the girl I love the most Du-du-du, du-du, duu-du-du-du, du-du-du Make it to the border So on and on, I keep on running To make the border before the night Just one more river, then I can make it Again, you'll be in my arms tonight If I could make it to the border If I could make it to the coast If I could make it to the border I'd be in the arms of the girl I love the most Du-du-du, du-du, duu-du-du-du, du-du-du Make it to the border Du-du-du, du-du, duu-du-du-du, du-du-du Make it to the border If I could make it to the border If I could make it to the coast If I could make it to the border I'd be in the arms of the girl I love the most Du-du-du, du-du, duu-du-du-du, du-du-du Make it to the border Du-du-du, du-du, duu-du-du-du, du-du-du Make it to the border Du-du-du, du-du, duu-du-du-du, du-du-du Make it to the border Du-du-du, du-du, duu-du-du-du, du-du-du Make it to the border

What a lala... According to the fills The Philistines surround my hills Got to make a run They're behind me with a gun But there's one thing I've got to say For what I don't know now, know now, know now That's why I've got to go According to the fills My feet are my only wheels Still I've got to live Although I'm the fugitive Yes there's one thing I've got to say For what I don't know now, know now, know now That's why I've got to go Yes I've got to go According to the fills The Philistines surround my hills (Lord) I've got to make a run for it They're behind me with a gun Got to let you know, For what I don't know now, know now, know now That's why I've got to go Let them know 'Bout to, 'bout to leave