Yeah man!

Princess just hold on pon I and I hand

The journey soon ends See I and I gates upon the rock deh

Worthy beloved

She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy

A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy

'round a market mi juggle pap-choi

She never know she woulda deh wid I

I'm trodding from the mountains

Pon mi foot a pure red dirt

Crucus bag dem stitch up and the cabbage well cut

'bout a dozen I-trate pon mi shirt

I've got peppers, some ripe bananas and some peanuts

I met this princess in the market standing by the culbut

I could see that all she need was I and I comfort

Sey she come from up a River Gut

But she's coming home to my little hut

She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy

A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy

'round a market mi juggle pap-choi

She never know she woulda deh wid I

She always admire when I glorify the King

And how I seal my turban each and every morning

Sipping a little water from the spring

I push my cart and dance and sing

Oh what a loving, caring woman you are

And what I am thankful for

She never tek no money from no superstar

She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy

A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy

'round a market mi juggle pap-choi

She never know she woulda deh wid I

She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy

A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy

'round a market mi juggle pap-choi

She never know she woulda deh wid I

'll be there for you no matter what's the circumstnce

Rastafari is the light from a distance

Princess trod on and skillful guidance

She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy

A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy

'round a market mi juggle pap-choi

She never know she woulda deh wid I

She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy

A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy

'round a market mi juggle pap-choi

She never know she woulda deh wid I

I'm trodding from the mountains

Pon mi foot a pure red dirt

Crucus bag dem stitch up and the cabbage well cut

'bout a dozen I-trate pon mi shirt

I've got peppers, some ripe bananas and some peanuts

I met this princess in the market standing by the culbut

I could see that all she need was I and I comfort

Sey she come from up a River Gut

But she's coming home to my little hut

She get whole heap a love a joy from the hand cart bwoy

A the same little bobo youth wha name Fitzroy

'round a market mi juggle pap-choi

She never know she woulda deh wid I