Rootsie

Zion lover,
Rasta brother,
leavin Babylon together,
laughin through the boneyard
'cause the I and I know how this one ends.
Leave the sufferin on the tree.
Sufferation done for you and me
and all with eyes to see.

Zion lover,
Rasta brother,
we were made for joy.
When sorrows laid thick at our doors,
the I and I know
what they was for.
For this.
Kiss.
Of bliss.
Go forth. And cry no more.
Not that griefs won't come again,
just that we know now where they tend
so the joy never ends.
And hope dies into faith.
There is no hope,
no harbor,
no protected place,
just this bold vivid living
and your glance
of grace.

Zion lover,
Rasta brother,
you are for after,
forever after
the end of the world!