H.I.M. Sons & Daughters

Rally round, rally round

Hey, the yanks go and win it

Haile Selassie sons and daughters

Scattered across the waters

We send you greetings from Jamaica, 'maica

Haile Selassie sons and daughters

Scattered across the waters

Remember the mama land, Ethiopia

It's been four hundred years

Since them carry we come a ways

And our vibes and our spirits

They tried so hard to suppress

But by the grace of Rastafari

They'll never meet much success

Cause Rasta see, and Rasta saw, and Rasta conquered

We're from the land of the sunburned skin

The people with melanin

Founder of civilizations

Children of queens and kings

Scattered abroad

Was lost and now found

Heading for mama land

We're homeward bound

Send my sons and my daughters

From the ends of the earth

Everyone who's called by his name

To the north I say give her up

And unto the south I say bring it forth now