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Ripe fruit fall,
No sound… no call.
Sweet and round,
From sacred ground.
Gift of Jah — (mmmh…)
Cool me now — (yeh…)
Soft and pure — (ohh…)
Eternal cure…
Golden flesh,
No need to rush.
Taste of peace,
Time release.
Gift of Jah…
Gift of Jah…
Gift of Jah…
“From hand unseen…
To soul within…
A message…
A vision…
A love… never endin’.”
Gift of Jah — (mmmh…)
Cool me now — (yeh…)
Soft and pure — (ohh…)
Eternal cure…
Fruit of life…
Born of light…
You feed my soul…
Make I whole…
Gift of Jah…
Gift of Jah…
Gift of Jah…
Drop from sky,
No question why.
Golden light,
Feeds I sight.
Gift of Jah — (mmmh…)
Cool me now — (yeh…)
Soft and pure — (ohh…)
Eternal cure…
Hidden seed,
More than need.
It speak true,
Old and new.
Gift of Jah — (mmmh…)
Cool me now — (yeh…)
Soft and pure — (ohh…)
Eternal cure…
Gift of Jah…
Gift of Jah…
Gift of Jah…
This fruit…
Did not fall by chance.
It is a sign,
A whisper from a complete being…
One who takes nothing…
And gives everything.
It holds the shape of peace,
The color of truth,
And the taste… of the eternal.
When you eat it,
You do not feed…
You remember.