Song | Nyabinghi order |
Artist | Groundation |
Album | Each One Teach One |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : 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 |
zuo qu : 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 nbsp? If ya chant it to the world, | |
Chant it to the moon | |
Ya chanting your psalm atop of the moon |
zuò qǔ : 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 nbsp? If ya chant it to the world, | |
Chant it to the moon | |
Ya chanting your psalm atop of the moon |