Текст Gregory Isaacs – Word Of The Farmer

I won’t
No, I won’t

I, I won’t let you take
All the fruits of my soil, oh

Now when there was no water
To water the crops
Jah know
I cried and I cried
And I used my tear drops, yeah, oh
‘Cause I knew I was capable, all day
To put some bread upon my table, whoa yeah

Said I sweat and toiled so hard
I won’t let you take away my vineyard
No backra, no master
Stay low
I’ve worked so hard

When there was no one, no one
To give me a hand, yeah
I tried and I tried
Just as an upful man, yeah
Now my fruit has come to perfection
You’re heading in, in I direction, yeah
But I, I won’t let you
Take away the fruit of my soil
No backra
While you work ah play, yeah
I’m the one who sweats and toil
I never see no master

When there was no water
To water the crops

I cried and I cried
I used my tear drops

No I won’t, no
No I won’t, let you take all…