Hand Cart Bwoy
Princess just hold on pon I and I hand
I will never mek the I falter [
The journey soon ends [soon be over]
See I and I gates upon the rock deh
She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy
bobo
youth whose name Fitzroy
Round a market mi juggle pepper and pak choi
She never know she woulda deh wid I
She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy
A the same likkle bobo youth whose name Fitzroy
Round a market mi juggle pak choi
She never know she woulda deh wid I
I'm trodding from the mountains
Pon mi foot a pure red dirt
Crucus bag dem stitch up and the cabbage well cut
bout a dozen I-trate pon mi shirt
I've got peppers, some ripe bananas and some peanuts
I met this princess in the market standing by the culvert
I could see that all she need was I and I comfort
Sey she come from up a River Gut
But she's coming home to my little hut
She always
admire when I glorify the King
And how I seal my turban each and every morning
Sipping a little water from the spring
I push my cart and dance and sing
Oh what a loving, caring woman you are
And what I am thankful for?
She never tek no money from no superstar
I'll be there for you no matter what's the circumstnce
Rastafari is the light from a distance
Princess trod on and skillful guidance
I will never mek the I falter [
The journey soon ends [soon be over]
See I and I gates upon the rock deh
She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy
bobo
youth whose name Fitzroy
Round a market mi juggle pepper and pak choi
She never know she woulda deh wid I
She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy
A the same likkle bobo youth whose name Fitzroy
Round a market mi juggle pak choi
She never know she woulda deh wid I
I'm trodding from the mountains
Pon mi foot a pure red dirt
Crucus bag dem stitch up and the cabbage well cut
bout a dozen I-trate pon mi shirt
I've got peppers, some ripe bananas and some peanuts
I met this princess in the market standing by the culvert
I could see that all she need was I and I comfort
Sey she come from up a River Gut
But she's coming home to my little hut
She always
admire when I glorify the King
And how I seal my turban each and every morning
Sipping a little water from the spring
I push my cart and dance and sing
Oh what a loving, caring woman you are
And what I am thankful for?
She never tek no money from no superstar
I'll be there for you no matter what's the circumstnce
Rastafari is the light from a distance
Princess trod on and skillful guidance
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Writer(s): Greg Rose, Clement Dodd
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