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Come round di pot
Sunday morning and di pot deh pon fire
Thyme and scotch bonnet lift di whole yard higher
Mi grandmadda hand never need no measure
Every pinch a seasoning worth a treasure
Steam rise up and curl through di window crack
Coconut milk pour slow and nah turn back
Di kitchen warm like prayer wrap round yuh chest
Sunday stew simmering is di weekly rest
Come round di pot come gather near
Sunday stew cooking love live here
Every hand dat stir every mouth dat taste
Ital stew Sunday nothing go to waste
Come round di pot come gather near
Sunday stew cooking love live here
Every hand dat stir every mouth dat taste
Ital stew Sunday nothing go to waste
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Big pot pon di fire from early dat morn
Cousin from town wid di fresh yellow corn
Spoon knock pot and di likkle ones come
Di kitchen fill up wid di beat like a drum
Har apron tie tight and she stir wid grace
Every face round di table find dem rightful place
Wha yuh put inna pot is wha yuh give to di world
From di first boil bubble to di last plantain curl
Come round di pot come gather near
Sunday stew cooking love live here
Every hand dat stir every mouth dat taste
Ital stew Sunday nothing go to waste
Come round di pot come gather near
Sunday stew cooking love live here
Every hand dat stir every mouth dat taste
Ital stew Sunday nothing go to waste
Yeah yeah
One hand
One hand
Wha yuh season wid love can never spoil
Every root must meet di boiling oil
Feed a stranger today dem remember yuh name
Di pot nah ask who worthy all belly di same
Come round di pot come gather near
Sunday stew cooking love live here
Every hand dat stir every mouth dat taste
Ital stew Sunday nothing go to waste