"Many Mourn For Bob" lyrics

Rastafari is the almighty God. Is not we a do it, you know, is God himself a do it, you know what I mean? And nobody and— if them kill me tomorrow millions a Rastas come up. Why do they want to kill you though? Why, why, why is that? Because them don't know.

Well, well, well
Many mourn for Bob
So he was young
With no regret
The race was hard
And he did his best
When your whole world lets you down
Where will you turn?

A ship tossed and battered
By the angry sea
He was more than a good friend
Yeah he was more than heaven sent
Oh the good Lord bless his soul
Reminisce on the days of old
The tide of time keeps raging on
You lose the battle just to win the war

Many mourn for Bob
When it's time to have some fun
You find the tears run on down through your face
May eleventh came, and the children said
"Where will we turn?"

The stars are getting closer
Nine miles away
And it's more than a memory
Yeah it's more than words can say
You live the life you love
Grow the wings of a dove
The light in the lamp keeps turning on
You lost the battle just to win the war

I know I am benefit to the people, you know. That is the only consciousness I have on myself. That I can be beneficial to a people. Well my life nah important to me, but other people life important. My life is only important if me can help plenty people. If me- if me- my life is just for me and my own security than me no want it. My life is for people, that's the way me is.

So where will we turn?
Many mourn for Bob
Oh, he was young
With no regret
Many mourn for Bob
The race was hard
And he did his best

To tell you the truth, you know, I am not an enormous person or a star. You know? Me is just a man of the ghetto.