| Every year somebody dear
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| Give us cause to shed a tear
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| And mourn for they are gone
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| Now all that’s left is a faint memory
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| Based on the theme of a strange melody
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| Still we must think of them
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| And recall their image with pride
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| Telling people from deep inside
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| This is dedicated to those who died
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| Bert Inniss I’ll always remember
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| Jumping when a steel band pass, playing mas
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| Sugary, peppery Bert, was never ever one for class
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| Bertram Inniss, wherever you are, compère
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| Just for you I came out with real fire this year
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| Each and everyone I know
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| Some good day will have to go
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| Right back from where they came
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| Now good or bad we must try all the same
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| Not to be sad or heap scorn on their name
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| And every girl and boy
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| Who are sharing my sympathies
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| I must tell you this song is just
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| Dedicated to memories
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| George Bailey I’ll always remember
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| Jumping when them big band pass, playing mas
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| Sugary, peppery George was never ever one for class
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| George Bailey, wherever you are compère
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| Just for you I came out with real fire this year
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| How many have known a friend
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| Playing mas down to the end
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| Who will never again
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| And though we play
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| Now and then thoughts will stray
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| To that dear one who has long passed away
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| So for this Carnival when you’re jumping up, take a break
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| Try and take in this song I make
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| To remember for old times sake
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| Jack Brathwaithe I’ll always remember
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| Jumping when them big band pass, playing mas
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| Sugary, peppery Jack was never ever one for class
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| Jack Brathwaithe, where ever you are compère
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| Just for you I came out with real fire this year
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| Simple words cannot define
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| The memories that fills the mind
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| Of those who are left behind
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| To some of us it’s a kin or a friend
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| Or a great love that was shared to the end
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| So it is our duty, I mean each and every one
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| See that their memories live on
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| Even though they are dead and gone
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| Albert Moore I’ll always remember
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| Jumping when a steel band pass, playing big mas
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| Sugary, peppery Al was never ever one for class
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| Dear Albert, where ever you are compère
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| Just for you I came out with real fire this year |