Standing so I can see them beneath the morning skynAll those who seek to climb so highnTo insure the river Jordan will not run drynAll of the tears run out of the valley highnOh a den Mesada! I fear the War's outnTell Father they've come, oh tell Mother they've comenLord forgive they for they have stamped on the oceannOh forgive them who trampled by the way sidenLord forgive them who trot upon the oceannLord forgive them for all of dem a they don't knownThey sit there robbing de poornWe shall stand upon the lies they toldnRocking the boat that they stole,nRemember Babylon rule them... Dread Iyon DreadnnDem a payaka, want to live and be so free yeah, oh lordnNow if dem want to live, if dem want to live, oh now shelter wenOh Father they stole, another one, another country poornOh another one, another country poornWell now the youth man saynWell now the Convenant say, oh the youth man saynAnd the a government now they don't knownNow they don't see Jah people don't want tonBelieve them, no more, they are deceive yes, no morenWhile they sit in their illusion wondering hownBabylon rule dem, rule themnnSo dem, so dem man, so dem a masses have criednAnd left them all out, and left them all outnTo suffer inna dis a ghetto while dem trampled outnOn my soul, Brought to you demnLepo paya, dem Lepo paya, Lepo paya gone a EthiopianLepo paya, dem Lepo paya, Lepo paya gone a EthiopiannStanding so I can see them beneath the morning skynSeeking to climb the ladder so highnOh the mighty Jordan will not run drynSo our tear drop from valley to the skynOh they don't know, they sit there punishing the poornWhile all my brethren a lock up 'pon the floornGive us our justice and we will seek no morenRemember Babylon rule dem... Dread Iyon DreadnDem a payaka, want to live and be so free, oh lordnMan if ya want to live, if ya want to live, oh now shelter wenOh dear Mother and Father come look at me,nFlying so peacefullynOh now de, now de Father come run uponthe I-shednOh dear Sistren come upon the oceannOh my Idren run upon the I-shednOh dear Sistren run upon a dey don't knownNow they don't see Jah people don't want tonBelieve them, no more, they are deceive yes, no morenWhile they sit in their illusion wondering hownOh Babylon rule them, rule themn