Verse 1
I know you take for granted, what the pioneers did For most times we fail to credit the pain and sweat that these pan men commit So take the simple drum, and where it did come from Drums of Africa, our ancestors For is through the drum, that’s where pan come from Then tamboo bamboo, the instrument grew Despite oppression, it keep moving on Now you can’t deny, pan on a high.
Chorus
Say thanks to Andrew Beddoe A master drummer you know
Pan gone where no one has ever gone fuh sure To sites and to places never seen before When I hear steel band, I know that they are Caressing the pan, sounding sweet from afar I hear the drums, I hear the drums, I hear the drums Of Africa I hear the drums, I hear the drums, I hear the drums Of Africa So let us say thanks, for that great treasure The gift of the drums, of Africa.
Verse 2
The new world call it Shango, African Orisha Known as supreme God of justice, of politics, light-e-ning and thunder Ogun the small drum, Omelé medium Large is the Conga, called the talking drum So the tradition, of drumming began Communication, which led to a ban Eighteen eighty-three, but we had a plan Of innovation, that led to pan.
Chorus
Verse 3
A percussion instrument, that is what we invent Bestowed unto Trinbago and I do believe that it was heaven sent Out of Africa, to this blessed land Cradle of all man’s, civilisation Pan is just a drum, tuned to perfection Could play calypso, or even bongo Classic overture, reggae pop and more Still developing, pan is we ting.
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