Texty:
Babaman I I

Ras Tafari, Oh Landa Mercy... Oh Landa Mercy... Colmo il chalice di grazia, sento ad ogni boccata che il mio spirito si sazia, Sento I&i vibrare nella

Ras Tafari, Oh Landa Mercy... Oh Landa Mercy... Colmo il chalice di grazia, sento ad ogni boccata che il mio spirito si sazia, Sento I&i vibrare nella

Jah Ras Tafari, Oh Landa Mercy... Oh Landa Mercy... Colmo il chalice di grazia, sento ad ogni boccata che il mio spirito si sazia, Sento I&i vibrare

to hear you say goodbye Sometimes I remember when you taught me to tie my shoes One thing I will never forget is the day that I lost you I hope you

I am the crazy man Who lives inside your head But I think I'm breaking through the wall You are the innocent Convicted of the crime No one was ever there

that soon bear turned back, abstract views through broken bottles of brandy. I'm questioned all my life why I kept on saying that I didn't even ask to

I think sometimes I can read your mind When you make things up I can tell you lie I see the things that your man can't see And I wonder what kind of man

is worth He taught me so many things Even when he wasn't trying to When I'm in a situation I can't figure out I just ask myself, "What would he do?" I

me to the moor to look after the sheep. Sheep, sheep, I had but a few. Sheep, sheep, I had none that were bonny. No, I had but a few, I had but three