Come along my brother, come along
Let us dp the thing we suppose to do for our mother
Come along my sisters, come along too
And if we should live up in-da in-da in-da in-da in-da in-da
Live up in-da And if we should live up inthe hills
And if we should live up in the hills And if we should live up inthe hills
Live up in the hills, the hills
And if we should live up in the hills
My brother go to the river
To carry the water-a
The water
My sister wash up the dishes
She even go to the shop
Bring in the groceries
When my smaller brother run around
And pick up the bramble to keep the fire blazing
To keep mama fire burning
Blazing fire fire
And if we should live up in the hills
And if we should live up in the hills
And if we should live up in the hills
My mother hard at work
Work my mother for the children
My mother hard at work
Work my mother for the children
My daddy is gone way over, far over
Working up the cultivation
Coming with food Daddy
Coming Daddy come come with food, come
And if we should live up in the hills
I live up the hill..my place is called Somiaka...u need to climb seven hills to get there,it should to be nine hills we shift down ward 2hills... truly true
I am a 49 year old Afro Puerto Rican Rasta trodding the Fari life for 38 years Mr. Rodney is one of the reasons why thank you Burning spear for the life lessons!
I must confess, I got really high on weed, and it’s song just fits awesome with this moment! I am traveling into several diferent dimensions of my perceptions.I can even feel the breeze of the montains, It is like being there.No only that. With a background ground songJeez I am really high. High asf