| 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 preachermen |
| Home to show my people how they can |
| Get their names back in the book of 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 knew 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 me enough to please listen. |
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| Out of Ireland I did run. |
| Great hatred and little room |
| Aimed to break my heart, |
| Wreck me up and tear me all apart. |
| To America I have come. |
| I hope to find a good preacher man |
| Who can show me how I can |
| Get my name back in the book of 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 want to sing so sadly, |
| To think that we would leave God so lonely, |
| To think that we would mess up our own destiny. |
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| 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 peace and live as one, |
| Get our names back in the book of the lamb. |