| Yeah, the sun it rises in the east everyday | |
| You can see it's the same, then you'll see it my way | |
| Yeah, the sun it sets in the west where it grows | |
| Yeah, the best | |
| I heard, dreadlock man he say so | |
| There they sit at the foot of the mountain | |
| Taking hits of the sacred smoke | |
| Fire rips at their lungs | |
| Holy mountain take us away | |
| Yeah, the sun it rises in the east everyday | |
| You can see it's the same, then you'll see it my way | |
| Yeah, the sun it sets in the west where it grows | |
| Yeah, the best | |
| I heard, dreadlock man he say so | |
| There they sit at the foot of the mountain | |
| Taking hits of the sacred smoke | |
| Fire rips at their lungs | |
| Holy mountain take us away |