Healing Rhythms from Kingston Hills

in the heat of kingston town late 60s fire rhythms rising from the lifting spirits higher syncopated heartbeats of the beat they sway bass lines thundering deep chasing shadows away from the hills of jamaica a sound born to heal roots digging into the earth making the struggle real oh reggae sweet reggae carry me home through the storms of injustice you're never alone spiritual echoes in the one drop flow relax in the groove let the positive grow rasta road redemption's call in your baseline embrace we rise we stand tall once cry out for the lost organs hum like prayer guitar skanks on the edge cutting through the air social chains breaking free in the double delay echoes of rebellion washing blues away from trench town trials to the world's white shore you whisper of peace open every door oh reggae sweet reggae carry me home oh through the storms of injustice spiritual echoes in the one drop flow relax in the groove let the positive grow rasta road redemption's call in your baseline embrace we rise we stand tall feel the reverb linger like just guiding light uplifting the weary turning wrong into right no more babylons babe in this rhythmic time we dance to the freedom with love as a guide generations carry the flame from roots to the stars caribbean soul beating healing old scars in every off peoples a story unfolds of warriors and dreamers brave and bold reggae's eternal vibe forever we'll sing in the circle of life let the good vibrations ring oh reggae sweet reggae carry me home through the storms of injustice you're never alone spiritual echoes in the one drop flow relax in the groove let the positive grow rasta road redemption's call in your baseline embrace we rise we stand tall yeah reggae carry us home rise up high we rise we stand tall we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise we rise