Babylon is Babylon
Zion is our home Land
inhabited deep in the heart
From top of the pure mountain
the falling rain
I can see your face
I can hear your pulse
between you and me
distance
rivers
many loves songs
how can we rastas
sing
in a foreign land
I do not want
sing
be
big
in Babylon
but
very young
in Zion
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