It’s fifth hour in the dim morning light you can hear his voice a simple man of giant convections, a kind word here a gesture of support to the trouble mind, ask and you will hear that there is no other like the man call Hillier. Some men work for fortune and some for fame but ma Ollie pop and the Sabin from Mark will tell you Alexander Heller works for all
A simple them song followed by a giant voice conquering the air waves with a command performance, its 5:am leve Ste. Lucie putting the neighbor back in the neighborhood and the love back in the community, Lucian’s Bajan’s Grenadine’s Dominican’s your people my people, we say thank you king Hillier
We call in to him he reach out to us healing the nations wounds with togetherness, what a fellowship of joy divine he brings to the broken hearted, the bed ridden mom and papas, the young and old alike tuning in to unite a nation
The eight hour is fast approaching last call from one and all, with spirit high and tempers mellow we Waite for another tomorrow when we shall all hear our people say again thank you to Mr. Hillier
Uniting the people of Saint Lucia and the world

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Its the fifth hour you can hear his voice loud above the canopy wake up St. Lucia its your old friend Heller, uniting the people of the Caribbean