Caribbean Calling | Daniel Gromann

A traditional-style calypso celebrating the warmth, music and timeless spirit of the Caribbean islands. Un calipso al estilo tradicional que celebra la calidez, la música y el espíritu eterno de las islas del Caribe. Utrzymany w stylu tradycyjnego calypso utwór celebrujący niepowtarzalny klimat, muzykę i ponadczasowego ducha wysp karaibskich. Listen on: Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/3hWMBf... Apple Music   / caribbean-calling-single   Amazon Music https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HB8YRWPG TIDAL https://tidal.com/album/545878772 Bandcamp https://danielgromann.bandcamp.com/tr... SoundCloud   / caribbean-calling   More streaming services: HyperFollow https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/dan... Credits: Lyrics and vocals: Daniel Gromann Music: AI-generated Lyrics: Oh, the morning breaks on a silver tide, where the coral sleeps and the dolphins glide. The palms are swaying in the ocean breeze and the whole world dances with the bending trees. The fishermen sing as they sail away with nets of hope in the bright new day. And every wave that the shoreline meets is a drum that calls with a rolling beat. Oh, warm sea, sweet island, shining in the sun, where the hearts are light and the dancing’s never done. Oh, warm night, slow fire, stars upon the sea, Caribbean calling, “Come and sway with me!” In the market square where the vendors call, spices and laughter fill every stall, old women tell of the duppy’s ride, and love stories born on the rising tide. Steel pans echo down cobblestone lanes, like a heartbeat born in the sugarcane, and every stranger is welcome here, with a tale to tell and a rum punch near. Oh, warm sea, sweet island, shining in the sun, where the hearts are light and the dancing’s never done. Oh, warm night, slow fire, stars upon the sea, Caribbean calling, “Come and sway with me!” The schooners roll with a quiet pride, waiting to sail with the turning tide, and children laugh where the trade winds blow, chasing the kites through the sunset glow. The jumbie drums send their ancient call, and the old songs flow like a waterfall. From rum shop steps to the tamarind tree, all the island sings in sweet harmony. Oh, warm sea, sweet island, shining in the sun, where the hearts are light and the dancing’s never done. Oh, warm night, slow fire, stars upon the sea, Caribbean calling, “Come and sway with me!” When the moon hangs low like a lantern bright, and the crabs move slow in the velvet night, the old guitars and the voices rise, like prayers of joy to the listening skies. From every porch comes a soft refrain, a calypso floating just across the lane, the women sway in their cotton white, and the whole village comes alive tonight. Oh, warm sea, sweet island, shining in the sun, where the hearts are light and the dancing’s never done. Oh, warm night, slow fire, stars upon the sea, Caribbean calling, “Come and sway with me!” I have wandered far on a restless wind, but the island songs always pull me in, for no distant shore, no foreign land, can match the rhythm of sea and sand. And I know my heart will always be with the rolling drum of the open sea, for wherever I roam, on every chart, the Caribbean beats inside my heart. Oh, warm sea, sweet island, shining in the sun, where the hearts are light and the dancing’s never done. Oh, warm night, slow fire, stars upon the sea, Caribbean calling, “Come and sway with me!”