Out of Ireland I have come 
 Great hatred and little room 
 Maimed us at the start 
 And now home just breaks my heart 
 To America I have come 
 I hope to bring your preacherman 
 Home to show my people how they can 
 Get their names back in the book of the life of the lamb 
 I know that I have done many things 
 To give you reason not to listen to me 
 Especially as I have been so angry 
 But if you know me maybe you would understand me 
 Words can't express how sorry I am 
 If I ever caused pain to anybody 
 I just hope that you can show compassion 
 And love enough to just please listen 
 Out of Ireland I did run 
 Great hatred and little room 
 Aimed to break my heart 
 Wreck me up and me all apart 
 To America I have come 
 I need to find a good preacherman 
 Who can show me how I can 
 Get my name back in the book of the life of the lamb 
 I bring these blessings with me 
 A strong heart full of hope and a feeling 
 That everything in this world would be okay 
 If people just believed enough in God to pray 
 But the world thinks that sounds crazy 
 And that's the thing that makes me sing sadly 
 To think that we would leave God so lonely 
 To think that we would mess up our destiny 
 Out of history we have come 
 With great hatred and little room 
 It aims to break our hearts 
 Wreck us up and tear us all apart 
 But if we listen to the Rasta man 
 He can show us how it can be done 
 To live in peach and live as one 
 Get our names back in the book of the life of the lamb