African Herbsman Version

400 years (400 years, 400 years. Wo-o-o-o) And it's the same - The same (wo-o-o-o) philosophy I've said it's four hundred years; (400 years, 400 years. Wo-o-o-o, wo-o-o-o) Look, how long (wo-o-o-o) And the people they (wo-o-o-o) still can't see. Why do they fight against the poor youth of today? And without these youths, they would be gone - All gone astray Come on, let's make a move: (make a move, make a move. Wo-o-o-o, wo-o-o-o) I can (wo-o-o-o) see time (wo-o-o-o) - time has come, And if-a fools don't see (fools don't see, fools don't see. Wo-o-o-o) I can't save the youth: The youth (wo-o-o-o) is gonna be strong. So, won't you come with me; I'll take you to a land of liberty Where we can live - live a good, good life And be free. Look how long: 400 years, (400 years, 400 years) - Way too long! (wo-o-o-o) That's the reason my people (wo-o-o-o) - my people can't see. Said, it's four hundred long years - (400 years, 400 years. Wo-o-o-o) Give me patience (wo-o-o-o) - same philosophy. It's been 400 years, (400 years, 400 years) Wait so long! Wo-o-o-o, wo-o-o-o. How long? 400 long, long years. [fadeout] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By REID, ROY (P/K/A I-ROY) Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing