Poorman's Hill

He is living in this land Full of fruit and animals He has no kind of riches But the smile is always on his face Away from all Babylon distraction Alone in his own construction His garden is his home The horses and pigs his friends He said to me one time This is the attempt To escape from Babylon No religion be subject Of discriminated things No more people rejected Pillow made of leaf The food at root of trees Night looking the gift That Jah giving to us The Sunshine the sunset The rain and the snow Ja snoke listen to me One day you will grow Please write my word Till I can talk Joy stay in wood home Not a lot of gold Now you're free to live here Enjoy the nature sound The birds and Water fall Now bury me on the ground