Paradise Child

When love, takes me over
 Its paradise
 When love, takes me over
 It's always nice
 Touch pon di ends
 And a incense, herbs and oils
 Scrapbook newspaper
 Clippings and files
 A view of di countryside
 Remind me of nine miles
 Where di trees are green
 And di people smile
 After few water crackers
 And some warm milo tea
 Rub massage home made
 Coco butter skin cream
 Interior design of
 Ights gold and green
 And the vibes are pure
 And the thoughts are clean
 She collect her own
 Dividends weekly
 So mi know ah no money
 Mek she seek me
 Cool me down
 And tie mi knotty dem neatly
 Draw close
 While whispering sweetly
 Mi teach her each and everytime
 That she link me
 We haffi bun
 A five bills bag a stinky
 True she roots and culture
 She win me
 I even had to
 duce her to Cindy
 Well I was sitting
 By an open fire place
 In my flavorite dungarees
 I play a few strums
 Upon my guitar
 And It sounds so good to me
 Big skunky blunt a blaze
 And plus
 My flavorite stooks beside me
 I glance over
 Just so I could see her
 But my locks got in the way
 Cool breeze a blow
 Thru the weeping willow
 She always leave
 A fragrance on my pillow
 When I'm ready
 She will always follow
 Me to the place of
 My old sleepy hollow
 Soft silky voice is
 So sacred and hollow
 Cause out spoken noisy
 Streams run shallow
 Reach to the stars
 When I launch the Apollo
 Could a land up ah Sao Paulo