Jah live Jah children   Let Rastas never die         When everything is going right   They forget about your presents   But when the tables turn upside down    They know that you' re there    To my mom who taught me   That you' re always there   I wrote this little   Song of praise   Now I' m gonna sing         Chorus:   Jah live Jah children   Let Rastas never die         The Rastaman call him Jah   Some people call him Allah   English man call Him God   But he is one   We may have different names   To call him, but he cares   For everyone that' s why I   Wrote this song