In the heart of the night, where the whispers flow,
A rootsman strolls on the path of gold,
With the echoes of peace dancing in the air,
He finds his place, where the world can’t compare.
Drifting softly, like leaves on a stream,
Consciousness rising, fulfilling the dream,
In the warmth of the sun, where the shadows play,
He feels the vibrations that guide him each day.
Hold on, my brother, let the music unfold,
Through the valleys of silence, let your spirit be bold,
In the rhythm of life, there's a harmony sweet,
With every heartbeat, the world feels complete.
Chorus of nature, in the rustling trees,
Embracing our roots, carried softly by the breeze,
With tranquility flowing, washing over our souls,
The universe whispers, as the story unfolds.
Through the trials we’ve faced, we rise above,
In the warmth of compassion, we learn how to love,
Each step that we take, we find strength in our ties,
As the echoes of freedom light up the skies.
So let the rootsman journey, let him dance with the dawn,
In a tapestry woven from the hope of the drawn,
With the power of rhythm, we’ll walk hand in hand,
In the realms of our dreams, united we stand.
As the day fades away, and the night sings its tune,
We'll gather our thoughts ‘neath the silvered moon,
In the glow of togetherness, forever we'll roam,
With a heart full of love, and this world as our home.
Reggae
Consciousness, Rootsman, Tranquility, Drift, Warmth, Echo