Wings Of De Morning

Capleton

Compositor: Clifton Bailey / Stuart Brown

An so great is di man gwan be praised
Selassie I liveth everytime
I say Jah shall execute judgement and justice
An none shall escape (lawd a mercy)
What me say
Selassie I liveth everytime (what me say)

(Boy you could-a) Put on di wings of di morning an fly
There is no escape from King Selassie I
Dwelling in di uttermost parts of de sea
There is no escape from His Majesty

A long time he a tell you bout the
Dirty slavery
A long time he a tell you bout di
Brutality
A long time he a tell you bout di
((H.I.M. prophecied))
Me warn you
Bout recent monarchy
Me warn you
All about the Black liberty
Me warn you, all bout we equality
Me warn you
All bout Marcus Garvey
We beg you
Have fi love His Majesty
Selassi I
Soul that take me
Selassie I
Power a di Trinity
An X amount of nation
Bow don pon dem knee
No stop from beg
An dem no stop from flee
An nowhere to run and there is (Oh boy!)

Put on di wings of di morning an fly
There is no escape
From King Selassie I
Dwelling in di uttermost parts of de sea
There is no escape from His Majesty

A long time me a tell you
No dis di angel
All against di sun
But dem no stop from rebel
((All up in)) di sun
But you ((relyin)) yuhself
It seems like yuh under
Colonial spell
Of di Pope ((gangsta time))
Murder so much Isreal
((Forbidden)) Anti-Christ will
Send yuh soul go to hell
Di prophets all proclaim
An dem no stop from rebel
'Nother wolf in sheep clothes (Oh boy!)

Put on di wings of di morning an fly
There is no escape
From King Selassie I
Dwelling in di uttermost parts of de sea
There is no escape from His Majesty

((If yuh open up di)) wings
An tell dem fi exit
Cuz know Anti-Christ
An now gon worship
Aye! Selai for di righteous
An di wicked haffi perish
With dem religion
And dem whole poli-tricks
Half di people dem a turn an
Half di people dem a twist
Now shoot dem
((Dem love a hear)) trick dem cherish
Get em some 16 ((M some 16?-play on words?)
An some rusty 'matic
After de whole a dem from gone
Then push up dem fists
Leave de ship dem a strip
Yuh must get punish
Cyaan esape your judgement
Stand up (Oh boy!)

Put on di wings of di morning an fly
There is no escape
From King Selassie I
Dwelling in di uttermost parts of de sea
There is no escape from His Majesty (Sowa!)

An one of these days
When yuh hear a voice say come
Den-a where yuh gonna run to (Ohh, woy)
I said they gonna run to di rocks
An mountain
But there will be no rock
No rock
They gonna run to di rocks
An mountain
But there will be no rock (So what we say)

Nuff a dem a) Run to dis
((Dis yah look)) Some haffi run
Run to di mountain
An di mountain a run
Run to dem cave
An dem cave alla run
Run anna run anna
Cyaan stop run
Cyaan escape yuh judgement day
When it come

Put on di wings of di morning an fly
There is no escape from King Selassie I
Dwelling in di uttermost parts of de sea
There is no escape from His Majesty

A long time he a tell you bout the
Dirty slavery
A long time he a tell you bout di
Brutality
A long time he a tell you bout di
((H.I.M. prophecied))
Me warn you
Bout recent monarchy
Me warn you
All about the Black liberty
Me warn you, all bout we equality
Me warn you
All bout Marcus Garvey
We beg you
Have fi love His Majesty
Selassi I
Soul that take me
Selassie I
Power a di Trinity
An X amount of nation
Bow don pon dem knee
No stop from beg
An dem no stop from flee
An nowhere to run and there is (Oh boy!)

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