Song Kingston Market - Harry Belafonte. Have you ever seen a rainbow. Or a garden blooming bright. Heard the shuffle of a thousand feet. And drums from morning 'til night?. Come we go down, come we
A currency of heartache and sorrow. The air we breathe is stale with mold. To shadows we are slaves digging deeper every day. But emptiness is growing so old Headlamps light the tunnels we wander
