upon the cave river to wash my dread.
upon a rock I rest my head.
there I vision thru the seas of oppression, ooh ooh, don't make my life a prison.
we come from Trench town, Trench town.
we free the people with music, can b we free the people with music?
with music oh music.
oooi, my head.
In desolate places we find our bread, and everyone sees what is taking place oooh oh, another page in history
we come from Trench town we free the people with music.
They say it is hard to speak, they feel so strong to say we are weak, but thru the eyes, the love of our people, they've got to repay

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