Strange, this feeling I'm feeling. But Jah love, we will always believe in. Though you may think my faith is in vain. Till Shiloh, we'll chant Rastafari's name
A mist halos the meadow. And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory. I close my eyes and I can almost see The ghostly forms of blue and gray. And I can almos
