Rastafarian Folk Song Songtext
von Cymande

This is a Rastafarian folk song
Dedicated to the world′s first hippie
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 be me name
Now I am a bearded man
Nobody know be me name

Allah, Allah, Allah Allah Jah
Everybody know be me name
Only Babylon and them
Could never know be 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 be me name
Kings of kings and lords of lords
Would I ever know be me name

Allah, Allah, Allah Allah Jah
Everybody know be me name
Only Babylon and them
Could ever know be 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 be me name
Only Babylon and them
Could ever know be me name

Allah, Allah, Allah Allah Jah
Everybody know be me name
Kings of kings and lords if lords
Could ever know be me name