Haiti is a pretty sea, a stunning mountain with beautiful rivers
It's pretty beaches with coconut trees, lovely landscapes with bright colors
Haiti is the aroma of coffee that goes up my nostrils at dawn
It's the scent of dew drops that's set for the budding flowers of 10 o'clock of the morning
Haiti is Basin Blue, the Pichon waterfalls along with Saut D'eau
It's the Arcadins isles, the Citadelle castle, it's Labadie and Marigot
Haiti is La Valée, Macaya's Peak, Marmelade and Pilboreau mountains
Haiti is a sweet and enticing home-made candy bar, it's a handful of grilled peanuts
It's a creamy smoothie that gives energy, it's an enticing bottle of ice cola
Haiti is some appetizing fried pork, it's a delicious fritter, some tasty fried goat
It's a delicious vegetable stew laden with crabs, it's flavorful rice with country greens
Haiti is a scrumptious broth, a pumpkin soup well-seasoned with bell peppers
It's mouthwatering cassava with peanut butter
That you dip in a corn shake
Haiti is a dumpling that's soaking in a bean dip
It's pig woods, some good liquor
Haiti is the divine coffee that you drink at night
Haiti baby, as much as I love you
I've come to put my heart in your hands
Haiti baby, as much as I adore you
Nothing will let me let go of you
Haiti baby, as much as I love you
I've come to put my heart in your hands
Haiti baby, as much as I adore you
Nothing will let me let go of you
Haiti is pounding music, a street music band parade, a troubadour
It's a ceremony, a calabash dish, and a drum
Ayiti is Ogou's land, the land our ancestors left for us
It's where slavery was abolished, it's the land of the free and the land of Vodun
Haiti is festivals, it's Little Mouse, it's ritual dances of Chanpêtre
It's dancing and fun at carnival, it's a little island that never sleeps
Haiti is a game of dominoes, it's a winning hand of dice and cards
It's a Christmas Eve party with some good broth, that's where you hold your head up
Haiti is a collective of farmers who get together to work the land
It's the women street vendors descending down the city
To go fight the hard life head to head
Haiti is a little kid that's dreaming of a bright future
It's the dirty water from sewer streams that doesn't quite know where it's going
Haiti is being under the tent since January 12th
It's mud on the levees that gives off a foul smell every time it rains
Haiti is the ground that doesn't know true realities
It's a sad one, but by God's grace, it's not the only one that we can sing
chours
Haiti is a mother that doesn't know the meaning of pain
Who stands strong and tall, who's brave—even though she's conscious that she's far from perfect
Haiti is a beautiful woman who's been through a whole lot
But who cleans up nicely so that her kids can walk with their heads up—proud
Haiti, it's all these things that make us love you
Even if the road is long, I know that we'll always be here to hold your hand
Haiti baby, believe you me
Nothing will ever make me leave you
Let this song right here serenade you