| 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. |