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