Though we are... a long long way,
from our home... we'll be alright,
though we roam... freedom's our right,
fire see the skies... above our head,
the earth below... where we once tred,
the roots are dying... from where we fed,
our children crying... Rastafari dread...
and though we are... a long long way,
from our home... Israel, we'll be alright
though we roam over here, roam over there,
freedom our right,
let me tell ya...
fire see the skies above our head,
the earth below where we once tred
the roots are dying, from where we fed
our children crying... rastafari dread...
our children crying... rastafari dread... dread... dread... dread...
dread... dread.

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