Rastafarian Folk Song

This is a Rastafarian folk song

Dedicated to the world's first hippies

Hail Jah Rastafari

Hail Jah Rastafari

(Ahh, say the words, ahh, speak the words, speak the Words)

Behold how good and how pleasant it is

(Praise be, praise be)

For brethren to dwell together in unity

(Yes, Oh, praise to be to Rasta, true words brother

Say the words, true words, say the words, lord, say the words)

It is like the precious ointment upon the head

Which runneth down to the beard

(Oh, Oh, Oh,)

Even I-Man's beard

That went down to the skirt of I-Man's garments

(Praise, praise Rastafari, peace, peace and love)

When I was a scar faced man

Everybody know Fi me name

Now I am a bearded man

Nobody know Fi me name

Allah, Allah, Allah Allah Jah

Everybody know Fi me name

Only Babylon and them

Could ever know Fi me name

Speak brother

Peace and love is the message

Rastafari is bringing you this message

Yes

We don't need a Rastafari

Everybody know Fi me name

Kings of kings and lords of lords

Would ever know Fi me name

Allah, Allah, Allah Allah Jah

Everybody know Fi me name

Only Babylon and them

Could ever know Fi me name

Yes

Peace, peace my friend

Rastafari is bringing this message

Power to the people, power to the people

And right on, right on

Allah, Allah, Allah Allah Jah

Everybody know Fi me name

Only Babylon and them

Could ever know Fi me name

Allah, Allah, Allah Allah Jah

Everybody know Fi me name

Kings of kings and lords of lords

Could ever know Fi me name