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African herbsman
Marley, Bob
Escrita pel cantant popular i guitarrista amerc Richie Havens (com a Indian Rope Man), els Wailers l'enregistraren en1970 per l'lbum produt per Lee Perry, Soul Revolution i tamb en simple. La lletra ha estat canviada, africanitzada. Trobareu el text inspirador ms avall

All twinklin lee
Cant see the right rose
when the streams abate
The old slave men
might grind slow
But it grinds fine, yeah

African herbsman, why linger on?
Just concentrate, cause heaven lives on
Greet-I-eth slave men will look with a scorn
With a transplanted heart (yes, how quick they had to part)
(... how quick they had to part)

The remembrance of today
Is the sad feelin of tomorrow
(... how quick ...) Oh (... part), oh yeah

African herbsman, seize your time
Im takin illusion on the edge of my mind
Im takin losers down thru my life
Down thru my life, yeah (yes, how quick they had to part)
(... how quick they had to part)

Dideh part, yes, they part
In remembrance of today
(... how quick they had to part)

African herbsman, why linger on?
Just concentrate, cause your heaven lives on
Greet-I-eth slave men will look with a scorn
With a transplanted heart, yes, how (... quick they have to part)
(... how quick they have to part)

In remembrance of today
Brings sad feelings of tomorrow
(Yes, how quick they have to ...)
Lead me on, oh, Lord, I pray to you

(African herbsman) (African herbsman)
African, African herbsman ...


Indian rope man
(Richie Havens)

Fog dangling thick,
cant see the right road,
streets are sick,
The eight day mill,
it may grind slow,
but it grinds fine.

Indian rope man, while lookin on,
tells common clay hes heaven born;
Retired layman looks on in scorn,
with a transplanted heart, kiss him quick, he has to part. Yeah! Yeah!

Indian rope man sees the times,
Splitting loose the edge of minds
Catching losers in his line, in his line, yeah!
Kiss him quick, he has to part. Yeah! Yeah!

Indian rope man flexes his eye,
Dissolving the for revealing the lie
Indian rope man holds my trick in his heart, yeah!
Kiss him quick, he has to part. Yeah! Yeah!

Indian rope man sees all strife cutting down eternal life,
When his soul transcends his heart Oh! Oh!
Kiss him quick, he has to part. Yeah! Yeah!