Now the Rastaman came from Bosrah
With his garment dipped in blood

Came from Bosrah with his garment dipped in blood
Came from Bosrah with his garment dipped in blood

Look at that Rastaman dat clothed in red
Him look so dread
A dance Nyabinghi sound and him rode so red
Him look so dread

Came from Bosrah with his garment dipped in blood
Sing it out, sing it out, Jah Jah children!
Came from Bosrah with his garment dipped in blood
Hey Jah!

The man dat a have no mother
The man dat a have no father
No beginning a death, no ending a time
Him a Creator for all mankind

Came from Bosrah with his garment dipped in blood
I and I haffi love him
Came from Bosrah with his garment dipped in blood
I and I and I and I haffi love him

Came from Bosrah with his garment dipped in blood
Wadada wadada
Came from Bosrah with his garment dipped in blood
I and I, I and I seh

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