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Land of Love

Sons of Light (1976)

Land of love… Land of love… Land of love… Land of love…
Everyday, I pray to JAH above
to take us home, to the land of love
Oh no, money shall not lead our life
only the Way is just, to live and not die…

That’s where we all should go now, that’s where we all should be
All of Jah Jah children, and all in unity, all in unity.

At the land love, Land of love… Land of love… Land of love…

JAH is the light, shining… around His universal glow
He fills our cup in the morning, to take us where we want to go…

That’s where we all should go now, that’s where we all should be
All of Jah Jah children, and all in unity, all in unity

At the land love, Land of love… Land of love… Land of love…

We want to go to the, Land of love… Land of love… Land of love…

Beyond  Land of Love

7 Trumpets for Mikey Dread

TRUMPETS @ 3:34

And at that time shall Michael stand up,
the great prince which standeth for the children of thy people:
and there shall be a time of trouble, such as never was since there was a nation even to that same time: and at that time thy people shall be delivered,
every one that shall be found written in the book.

And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake,
some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament;
and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever.

But thou, O Daniel,
shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end:
many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.

Daniel 12:1-4 (KJV)
Reggae by Mikey Dread

Book of Rules

Isn’t it strange how princesses and kings
Can clown their capers in a sawdust ring,
Just like poor people like you and me will be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.
Each must make his life as flowing ink
Tumbling black on a stepping stone,
Just like poor people like you and me will be builders for eternity.
Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.
Look where the rain is falling from the sky
I know the sun will be only missing for a while
And I say small people like you and me will be builders for eternity
Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.
Written by Barry Llewellyn and Harry Johnson