Iyo! Iyo
Iyo! Iyo
How good it is to see all my brethren in love and unity Love like a shinning wind, brighter than the storm battling within And that’s how I see it today, and that’s why I must go away And that’s how I see it today, and that’s why the Lion will never go astray I feel it everyday

I give Jah thanks for the music of the Rastaman soldier I give thanks for the sound of the drum yes!
Binghiman a chant so Iya dread
Iyaman a chant so lion red
Oh I just a, I just a feel, feel so, uh, oh, uh I just a want, to let ya know

Carry yourselves out of the gutter plantation and mourn Jah Right by Jordan River Sun – Moon – I too Sunlight I heed the sun rising in the morning Jah I feel the top of the Old Sepulcher Jah

Ya better light my way
Binghiman a light my way
Binghiman a light my way
I am not frightened of the war!
Gwan let him, let him, let him bawl

This is a cry for me
This is a cry for me
For my little pickney who will not grow, old enough to see The lack of the communication of the older generations who were blind to see They are blind you see, you are blind you see You’re not blind, you can see How I long to see How I long to see How I long to see And that’s how it looks to me