Hear the trumpet blowing so loud,
My people, my people.
Freedom shall come for all, my people, one day!

Too much commercialization of Rastafari!
Too much commercialization of Rastafari!

Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread.
Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread, my people!

You have the uptowners, coming down town,
To try to get themselves dreads.
But the time will come,
When the Father shall pick the chosen ones.

Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread.
Too much commercialization of Rastafari!
Oh, my people.

Hear the trumpet blowing so loud,
From the east to the west,
From the north to the south.

My people, can't you hear,
Who say Jah no dread, my people.
I know, I know the cloud of Jah,
Shall fall upon the whole of Babylon.

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Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread, my people!
Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread.

Too much commercialization of Rastafari!
Too much commercialization of Rastafari in this day.

The day shall come
When everybody shall reveal themselves unto Jah.
Too much commercialization of Rastafari!
Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread.
Them a chant themself, my Father.
Who say Jah no dread?
The time has come,
When they will know themselves, my people..