Story Behind the Song
It seemed obvious to us that Gregorian change and Reggae belong together, so we had to write this song. Recorded live at Doc Watson's.
Lyrics
How can I have my baby in a place like this?
There is too much fighting, too much hate and too much war.
How can I have my baby in a place like this?
Oh man it hurt me bad- it give me trouble.
But Man, I having my baby in a place like this
Ain't got no time to think - no time to run
only time on my hands
Still, I'm having my baby in a place like this.
But man, it hurt me bad, it give me trouble.
How can I have my baby in a place like this?
So much pain, hate, and war... no place for my baby
But still, I'm having this baby in a place like this.
Although it hurt me bad, it give me trouble.
Oh man, to have a baby in a place like this.
You got no time to think, no time to run
only all time on my hands.
But still, I'm having this baby in a place like this
Man, it hurt so bad, it give me trouble.
Dominus vobiscum. Et cum spirtu tuo.
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