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   Esspecially as I have been so angry   But if you'd 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 just please listen    Out of Ireland I did run   Great hatred and little room   Aimed to break my heart   Or wreck me up and tear me all apart   To America I have come   I need 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 sing so sadly   To think that we would leave God so lonely   To think that we would mess up our own destiny       Out of history we have come   With great hatred and little room   It aimes 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 life of the lamb