Jah live Jah children

Let Rastas never die

When everything is going right

They forget about your presents

But when the tables turn upside down

They know that you' re there

To my mom who taught me

That you' re always there

I wrote this little

Song of praise

Now I' m gonna sing

Chorus:

Jah live Jah children

Let Rastas never die

The Rastaman call him Jah

Some people call him Allah

English man call Him God

But he is one

We may have different names

To call him, but he cares

For everyone that' s why I

Wrote this song