In this world, I've told so many sad stories,
And seen sad pictures, towards you and me.
Even the books, Lord, when I take a careful look.
It was hard to believe, what I read,
So I went to hide, to get some peace of mind.
To know more about myself, when I'm faced by the force,
Back is against the wall, identifying myself.
I'm not now trying to make a public statement,
I've been down, down, down more than once before.
It is true I'm now an ambassador,
Coming in the name of Jah, telling it to the children.

Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.
Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.
Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.

I'm the beginning, although its a little bit translated,
Written in prophecy, by I and I wise man.
I discover, Lord, of a fact I'm the true culture,
Checking on my history that was hidden from me.
I was taught to believe, my only ability,
Was swinging from tree to tree:
'Cause they always want to see, the jungle half of me:
'Cause I'm from the monkey family.
And that of all of the once greats,
None was like the shade of the nights, Lord.
I was even taught to believe,
That my God he too has blue eyes, I say.

Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.
Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.
Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.

Let's take for instance,
The phisical of His Imperial Majesty,
Emperor Haile Selassie I the first King of Kings.
He who sitteth and reigneth, all nations bow when he was crowned,
The earthquake, lightning and thunder showed signs and wonder.
My true God and King, to be seen touched by Him,
I'm not dealing with any kind of painted picture,
I bow before no statue worship lucky old sun,
My God is not manmade or animal.
Revelation is revealing, the book of prophecy has its meaning.
For while the book of prophecy sometimes close,
The spirit of man continues on it never folds.

Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.
Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.
Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.
Tell it to the children, Lord, Rasta Children.
Don't let what was hidden from you and me, be hidden from them.