Letras
Red, green and gold
To the wicked man's soul
Yeah!
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Rastaman to Africa, trodding on the promised land
Trampling the heathens anywhere they go
Jah is the provider, no room for backsliders
Teaching the world their roots and culture
When we trodding through this land
Separating the rights from wrong
All the children have to gather to grow to love each other
Oh oh
Rasta provides for the poor
With open arms and open doors
Love is all in the making, greater than before
Yeah yeah
Rastaman to Africa, trodding on the promised land
Trampling the heathens anywhere they go
Jah is the provider, no room for backsliders
Teaching the world their roots and culture
Mama Africa, we're coming home, we're coming home
Etiopia, how great thou art, how great you are
Higher Jah mountain, the cooler the breeze
All these senseless killing I see
These thrones are here for the kings and queens
The western hemisphere is so unclean
Rastafari, you see what I mean
This system has treated us so mean
They robbed us of all our heritage
So we burn their foolish regime
Rastaman to Africa, fulfilling all the prophecies
Trampling the heathens anywhere they go
Jah is the provider, no room for backsliders
Teaching the world their roots and culture
Rastaman to Africa, trodding on the promised land
Trampling the heathens anywhere they go
Jah is the provider, no room for backsliders
Teaching the world their roots and culture
Red, green and gold
Oh oh
When we're trodding through this land
Separating the rights from wrong
All the children have to gather to grow to love each other
Oh oh
Rasta provides for the poor
With open arms and open doors