Rasta Rhythm Rising

In the hills of Jamaica, where the sun kisses the sea Late 60s rise and the rhythm set free From the streets of Trenchtown Syncopated heartbeat, dancing through the night Bass lines thunder like the lion's roar Half beats can't get open in heaven's door Rasta roots run deep in a red golden dream Whispers of jar in the island dream Oh reggae, sweet reggae, carry me home Make it spirit small, reggae rest is calling Heal the weary soul We find control Coming in bass, walking like a warrior's tribe Guitars, gangs, echo with the tide Horns blow the truth, drums beat the fight Against the violent Bum bum bum, money's voice to the dub, the encore Echoes of peace in the heat of the day Reggae, oh reggae, heal the weary soul In your ivory rhythm, we find control Oh, feel the reverb, wash away the pain Reggae, spirit, shame, reggae, rest is calling Heal the weary soul We find control Feel the reverb, wash away the pain In the roots of the music, break every chain From Kingston's corners to the world's white shore Reggae's rebellion forevermore Jagai the sound, let the positive rain In the offbeat pulse, we rise again Generations sway to the Korean call Themes of redemption, lifting us all No more oppression in the organ song A story untold Jamaica's gift, pure heart of soul Oh, reggae Oh, reggae, reggae, reggae, carry me home Making spirits move Reggae, our rest is calling Heal the weary soul We find control Yeah, reggae Oh, reggae, reggae, reggae, rest is calling Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae Oh, reggae