mi born under di sun,

Kingston heat pon mi skin.

Now mi ship sail far,

cross di ocean,

mi life in spin.

Forced fi leave di island,

di system push mi gone.

Land up yah so cold,

69 degrees north,

di battle long.

Snow a bite mi bone, wind a cut like razor blade,

Darkness full di day, sun gone hide, mi soul fade.

People stiff like board, no smile, no vibe, no dance,

Dem move like robot, no rhythm, no romance.

Mi dream bout di beach, di rum, di ganja tree,

Di sound a di waves, di bass a knock fi free.

But yah so mi stuck,

inna di ice an di freeze,

69 north,

mi heart still a beat fi di breeze.

Round 69, mi go round 69.

Cross di Arctic line, but mi spirit nah decline.

He went around 69, but he came back, he came back,

One day mi ago return,

back to mi motherland,

no turn back,,

Round 69, mi go round 69.

Di night dem long like eternity, no moon fi light di way,

Mi bundle up inna jacket, still shiver every day.

Dem talk polite but cold, no warmth inna dem eye,

Mi miss di loud laugh, di patois, di high five.

Mi cook di curry goat inna di small kitchen light,

But di taste nah sweet same, missing di island spice,

Mi close mi eye, see di Blue Mountain high,

Di woman dem a wine, di riddim a multiply.

Mi dream bout di beach, di rum, di ganja tree,

Di sound a di waves, di bass a knock fi free.

But yah so mi stuck, inna di ice an di freeze,

69 north, mi heart still a beat fi di island breeze.

Round 69, mi go round 69,

Cross di Arctic line, but mi spirit nah decline.

He went around 69, but he came back,

he came back,

One day mi ago return,

back to mi motherland, no turn back.

Round 69, mi go round 69,

Cold cyan kill di fire weh burn deep inna mi mind.

He went around 69, but he came back, he came back,

Jamaica a call, mi ago fly, mi ago dash back.

One day di plane ago lift off, mi ago touch down Pon di rock.

Feel di sun kiss mi face, hear di reggae pon di block!

No more snow, no more dark, no more stiff face crew,

Mi ago dance pon di sand,

sing out loud,

"Jah know it's true"

Round 69, mi go round 69!

But di story nah done till mi back where mi belong,

He went around 69, but he came back, he came back,

Mi coming home, Jamaica, mi coming home, no look back.

Round 69... [echo]

He came back... he came back...

Yes mi come back!

Cold cyan kill di fire weh burn deep inna mi mind,

He went around 69, but he came back, he came back,

Jamaica a call, mi ago fly, mi ago dash back.

Jamaica, mi love you... from six-nine mi ago reach you,

One love, one heart... mi soon come through.

Round 69... but mi came back.