There was a plan held high up for the young ones
It says, we alone must bring the fruit out of the garden
So you think you are the only one, well, well, well, well
Who gave my father the strenght to cross the ocean
Each One shall Teach One yes
Well until we reach Jah heights oh children bless
In this plan is the knowledge
Of what dwelled before man
Well I man go, down by the river
Yes and I man see, our children deliver me
Some may say "Oh why am I here today?"
Well if you do not know today you will tomorrow