By The Foot Of The Mountain - Dennis Brown

By the foot of a mountain lives an old man

Who sits all day and hopes things will come his away

And the first time ever I passed by his way

He called me: «son, come on over here»

He said: «Although you may not know me

But deep down, something tells me

That you’re just going astray

So relax here and hope love will pass tour way

Though I try to live good among by brethren

They always act as if they can’t accept it

And so now I’m tired of being trated this way

I’ve got to return where I know love will pass my way

So when I reach home, I shall sing the song

Of love to you

To you, to you, to you.