Colours, draped over background br green, yellow, and brown; br setting suns cooling br turns to twilight's settling down; br rhythms islands, Jamaican br sounds round and round; br tones aflame in nature's evenings, br time's stress quietly drowned. br br Singing's standard, br Rasta's beat woos this crowd; br stations handled, tickets sold, br ‘Ja' praised, no doubts; br vibration's soothe; br minds, hearts, and souls tones tout; br travels' they're past, br survivals mete; unto Ja we shout. br br Stage sounds, resound to heaven's highs, br ah, the music's sweets; br plays loud, does the reggaes' heat, br ‘Natty Congo', pride's spirits beat; br centered scene, light's night, br rhythm's sound, soul's teeth; br tight, this band, five men aloud, br the crowd's heart, toe's tapping feet. br br Flowing on, the reggae builds, br into life's energies surreal; br music, blessed through Ja's kiss, br the setting sun, life's deal; br Ja's message, outs men's hardened hearts, br its taste his highest seal; br supreme this mark; full rhythm's torch br in sounds, ‘Natty Congo's' word is real.