(By Harrison Stafford)
Well your standing firm upon the distant shore
Chanting a psalm forever more
With your earthquake, lightning, and thunder
To rock the ground beneath my feet
You have given us so much yea,
And still you give more
You're not here to sooth the physical oh no,
You're here to sooth the soul

Yea They may bring you milk and honey
A little breadfruit for you too,
They'll never leave you on your own...
Yes your own redemption,
Your own confrontation yes,
For your generation

Well now how can you be such a proud man
You have no land nor piece of gold
Just like the Mighty Lion, I build my home in Zion
There are many waves to drive the ocean,
Drive you off in confusion
White squall a bite, white squall a bite,
Still I sail into the east

No weak heart shall enter into the House,
Of the Nyabinghi order
No weak heart shall enter no way,
Into the Nyabinghi order
For you steal the word,
Steal the lightning from my hand
And your rolling thunder,
Steal the blood from my heart

You have thrown so many rocks upon my trail,
The time getting tough
Well I will run if I have to yea,
But I will never outrun the sun
But my heart beats on, my heart beats on,
I travel on, I travel on oh yea
What dem say ? If ya chant it to the world,
Chant it to the moon
Ya chanting your psalm atop of the moon

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