Letra
Jah gave the word
Great are the publishers who publish it
And mi say, woah, Rasta people
Higher we high, higher we high
Woah, Rasta children
Higher we high, higher we high
We were sold for naught now
And we will redeem for naught
Jah, he gave the words
Great are the publishers that publish it
Higher we high, higher we high
Woah, Rasta people
When are you coming home?
Woah, dreadlocks children
Higher we high
We were beaten in shackles and chains now
Some of us gone down the drain
He that knoweth the right and doeth it not
Shall be stoned by many scribes
And mi say, woah, Rasta people
Higher we high, higher we high
Woah, dreadlocks children
John saw them coming
Woah, Rasta people
Higher we high, higher we high
Woah, Rasta people
We were sold for naught now
And we will redeem for naught
We were beaten in shackles and chains
Thrown down the drain now
Woah, Rasta people
Higher we high, higher we high
Woah, Nyabinghi children
Higher we high, higher we high
No guy nah go throw no water
Upon this yah fire, this yah fire burning
We were sold for naught and we will redeem for naught
I shall be like the tree
That's planted by the rivers of water
That bringeth forth fruit in this yah season
Written by: Lloyd Woodrowe James, Oscar Hibbert
