稳如蜂鸟

I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in trenchtown
Observing the hypocrites
Mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have  now
Good friends we have lost
Along the way
In this great future,
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown
When Georgie would make the fire lights
I say, log would burnin' through the nights
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge
Of which I'll share with you

My feet is my only carriage

So I've got to push on thru,

............

——Bob Marley