reggae inna mountains, compass, 2011
the bus was leaving for the mountains
just as the snow began to fly
I got down on my knees
and I prayed
to the great god jah in the sky
I asked him for some snow, man
enough to snow us all in
we'll be jammin in the evening
and skiing in the sun
reggae in the mountains
rastas that are snowbound
jammin in the chalet
and playing for the apre
the city in the winter
is to me like babylon
I feel no love no peace there
only cold and bitter sun
so when I get the chance to go, now
I hope it's gonna last
I pray for lots of snow, man
so we cannot make it back
reggae in the mountains
rastas that are snowbound
jammin in the chalet
and playing for the apre