Don't let your head hang down, child
Walk your walk and stand up tall
For the weather might not stay this mild
'Cause Jah is changing all
Fall into the arms of your Creator
When those gates open for you
Like one hundred and forty four thousand elevators1
One of them might get you through
[Chorus:]
This earth is changing faces
And Babylon must fall
No more hiding places
'Cause Jah is changing all
Now you know, this earth's a ball
But only one can play with it
Jah seated in His Holy Halls
He will judge you when you're hit
Try to set the world on fire
You might fail a thousand years
On a good day we may strike back at the empire
And change them and their gears
[Chorus]
The third remark goes to your conscience
That might lead me to your soul
So all the false assumptions
May fall into a hole
As bagpipes catch your ear
You listen and you learn
You learn to lose your fear
So you might not be concerned
[Chorus]
1. cf. Revelations 14,1: "And I looked, and, lo, a Lamb stood on the mount Sion, and with him an hundred forty and four thousand, having his Father's name written in their foreheads."