Born in a moor.

Born in a moor,
I danced with the devil.
He asked me,
who the hell are you?
He said to me, tell me,
come on tell me, tell me the truth.

Looking for a way out, scared to death.
Looking for my way out, I sang far too loud.
The devil himself, he spitted me out.
Yes, the devil spitted me out.

But just because I sang so loud,
I could escape.
Yes, just because I sang to loud,
I've found my way out.

Now I sing my own song, kiss my devil goodbye.
My pain and sadness may peacefully die.
I'm like a summer child, in harmony.
Like a new born summer child.
Like a summer child,
I sing my melody.

So now I sing my song,
the whole day long.
From the Heart, can’t you see.
comes this lovely melody.

Rasta Lady