One Pot

One pot (feed the whole yard)
everybody bring a thing.
One pot (never too hard)
listen what the kitchen sing.

Sister Bell bring a handful of rice,
Papa Joe bring the pepper and spice.
Little man come with two green banana,
Miss Merle bring thyme from her veranda.
Nobody got plenty but nobody got none,
and the pot on the flame in the evening sun.
The smell go walking down the lane by itself,
knocking on doors like it introduce itself.

'Cause hard time come to every door,
but hard time never beat the poor
when the poor cook together in the open air —
one pot mean everybody share.

One pot bubbling in the yard tonight, (one pot)
each hand a little, every belly right.
What I got is yours and yours is mine —
one pot, one people, one time.

One pot. (in the yard)
Share it up. (never hard)
Every hand a little, every belly right.

The stranger from the wharf stand shy at the gate,
Miss Merle wave him in with an extra plate.
He offer his story 'cause he got no yam —
turns out a story feed the evening grand.
Somebody start a riddim on the fence with a spoon,
somebody hum a line from an old-time tune.
By the time the pot ready and the ladle dip,
the whole lane family, tight like a ship.

'Cause hard time come to every door,
but hard time never beat the poor
when the poor cook together in the open air —
one pot mean everybody share.

One pot bubbling in the yard tonight, (one pot)
each hand a little, every belly right.
What I got is yours and yours is mine —
one pot, one people, one time.

Grandma always say, before she gone:
"The pot that share never cook alone.
You can eat rich in a lonely hall,
or eat little and be full with all."
one pot, one people, one time.

(one pot, one people, one time)
The ladle go round and round, (share it up)
sweetest supper in town.

One pot bubbling in the yard tonight, (one pot)
each hand a little, every belly right.
Stranger at the gate become a friend —
one pot, one people, no end.

Everybody bring a thing —
listen what the kitchen sing.
one pot, one people, no end.