[Verse] Morning sun, it rise slow, hit the streets by half past four Stackin' mangoes high, sweet gold from the tree's core Kingston breeze, it whisper tales I used to know Massa days and market ways, where the warm days grow [Pre-Chorus] Colors bright, and voices blend, Faces old and new my friends [Chorus] Mango in my hand, sweet taste of the land Sunshine in my heart, never falling apart Oh, Kingston heat, with every step I meet Stories in the air, market woman’s prayer [Verse] Crowded stalls, the laughter calls, memories hum soft and low Mama's song, it lingers on, in the shade where cool winds blow Salt and spice, and sugar drip, from the life I always knew Stackin’ dreams, as rivers gleam, in the market’s morning dew [Pre-Chorus] Colors bright, and voices blend, Faces old and new my friends [Chorus] Mango in my hand, sweet taste of the land Sunshine in my heart, never falling apart Oh, Kingston heat, with every step I meet Stories in the air, market woman’s prayer [Bridge] Through the heat and hum, every mango tells me, Of the love that’s come, from the roots of old family Holdin’ on to time, in the market’s easy rhyme, Where the past and present meet in every climb [Chorus] Mango in my hand, sweet taste of the land Sunshine in my heart, never falling apart Oh, Kingston heat, with every step I meet Stories in the air, market woman’s prayer [Chorus] Mango in my hand, sweet taste of the land Sunshine in my heart, never falling apart Oh, Kingston heat, with every step I meet Stories in the air, market woman’s prayer [Outro] Oh, market woman’s prayer... Stackin’ dreams in the heat and air...