I an I, son of the most high, Jah Rastafari
Our hearts shall correspond and beat in one harmony.
Sounds from the Burning Spear:
Door peep shall not enter this a holy land
Where wise and a true man stand sipping from the cup of peace
/:Chant down a babylon, yeah
Chant down babylon
Chant down a babylon, yeah
Chant down babylon
Give thanks and praise
Give thanks and praise
Give thanks and praise
Give thanks and praise
To the holy man of creation
Our hearts shall correspond and beat in one harmony.
Sounds from the Burning Spear:
Door peep shall not enter this a holy land
Where wise and a true man stand sipping from the cup of peace
/:Chant down a babylon, yeah
Chant down babylon
Chant down a babylon, yeah
Chant down babylon
Give thanks and praise
Give thanks and praise
Give thanks and praise
Give thanks and praise
To the holy man of creation