Wednesday, November 18, 2009

At the round earth's imagin'd corners

     .....blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scatter'd bodies go...








Yes, me friend,
We deh a street again.
Yes, me friend, me good friend,
Dem say we free again.

The bars could not hold me;
Force could not control me now.
They try to keep me down,
But Jah put I around. Yeah!

Yes, I've been accused many a times
And wrongly abused, now.
Oh, but through the powers of the Most-High,
They've got to turn me loose.
Don't try to hold me up on this
bridge, now.
I've got to reach Mount Zion -
The highest region.
So if you a bull-bucka,
Let me tell you this -
I'm a duppy conqueror - conqueror.

Yes, me friend, me good friend,
We deh a street again.
Yes, me friend, me good friend,
Dem say we free again.

So don't try to cold me up
on this bridge, now.
I've got to reach Mount Zion -
The highest region.
So if you a bull-bucka,
Let me tell you this:
I'm a duppy conqueror - conqueror.

Yes, me friend,
Dem say we free again.
Yes, me friend,
Dem set we free again.
Yes, me friend, me good
friend...


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1 Comments:

Blogger Pat said...

You know how much I love this Marley song...it's been, continues to be a great anthem for you and me.

Thanks and cheers!

Pat

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