I know the crowd take, it was good weather but the rain did a drift
Me say every dreadlock a burn up a sclepher
Say when the plane land me hear the rasta music
Say rain stop fall, rainbow come quicker
And pon the plane wing a flock a wine bird pitcher
Say Lassie come out with him lion and him stick
In a military clothes with the sword pon the paper
He was a small man about four foot six