Jonathan Dufour

Follow the way of the Rasta-man

He knows the way to redemption

Follow the way of the Rasta-man

He will teach you religion

Follow the way of the Rasta-man

You can't lose concentration

Follow the way of the Rasta-man

He'll smoke a spliff and do what he can

Follow the way

Follow the way

Follow the way

Of the Rasta-man

In old long lost little Jamaica

There lived a man known as a Rasta

With dreads that stretched far past his quarta's

Who could have guessed him the messiah?

It's not about just getting high

It's about letting go and toking slow

Achieving greater insight and flash your eye

On the memories of yesterday and let them go

In neighbourhood towns

Of all the shame

The Gods will pause

And then reclaim

The souls that have passed

All of their days

Lost in the metaphor of the maze

Lost with a pause to a dead end

Shed a tear and then pretend

The walls that grow out of the ground

Will tranquilize us

With this sound

The path to the calm is filled with wild

But once you reach it

Crack a smile

The tunnel that pass through

Is dark and dank

And now we've only got

The Gods to thank

The sound that will reach you is defined

As the chorus of the Angels

It's refined

The rhythm that will lose you in it's time

Will soon find you in paradise

Has compassed you to paradise

I escape from the fold and release till the end

I fall asleep to follow this trend

I see the sights and have reached the edge

I gasp for air and wake in my bed

My cat is asleep because it's eyes are shut

Now I need to sleep so good night and good luck

Fall asleep in your bed of stars

Never forget just who we are

Live your dreams just as you sleep

Pray to God just for next week

The sun will rise in the afternoon

The earth will fall just rise up soon

Moral will fall and break apart

Fall asleep in your bed of stars

Your eyes are the keys to your mind

Keep'em shut until your time

Reminise and co-exist

Live your life just by the gist

Fall asleep in your bed of stars

Fall asleep in your bed of stars

Fall asleep in your bed of stars

Just never foget just who we are

Like the queen of of the nile

I stood for a while

Water dripping down my spine

Water turned to ice

Ice turned to wine

Thats how she left it all behind

Prince and the paupette

Trading places, fading faces

Lift it up and cock it

Losing traces, smoking aces

Royalty and rags

Busting out the drags

Princess that wore paper bags

Fairy tales aren't true

They've left it up to you

To figure out how plausible it is

The stories that we tell

Intrigue us and compelle

To trespass on these premises