Echoes - Dennis Brown

Everybody’s talking at me

I don’t hear a word they’re saying

Only the echoes of their voice

People stopping staring

I can’t see their faces

Only the shadows of their eyes

I’m going where the sun keeps shining

Thru' the pouring rain

Going where the weather suits my clothes

Sailing of the North East wind

Sailing on summer breeze

And skipping over the ocean like a stone

Everybody’s talking at me

I don’t hear a word they’re saying

Only the echoes of their voice

People stopping staring

I can’t see their faces

Only the shadows of their eyes

I’m going where the sun keeps shining

Thru' the pouring rain

Going where the weather suits my clothes

Sailing of the North East wind

Sailing on summer breeze

And skipping over the ocean like a stone