Natty Dread will never run away, no no no,
Natty Dread will
never run away.
Marcus Garvey prophesy say, Oh yeah
Man a go find him
back against the wall, yeah.
It a go bitter.
When the right time
comes, Lord, some a go charge fe treason.
When the right time come, yeah some a go charge fe arson.
When the right time
come, Lord, some a go charge fe murder.
When the law man come, some a go run till dem tumble down.
When the Parson
come, him a go quote de scripture.
Swallow field a go be in a, the battlefield, Yeah Yeah.
Natty Dread will
never run away, no no no.
Natty Dread will never run away, no my brethren.
Dis ya a prophecy,
hold dem Marcus. Dis ya a prophecy,
hold dem Marcus.
NOTE: "Right Time" by the Mighty Diamonds has been stuck in my head on perpetual replay ever since Ever Since.
If you're unfamiliar with “Right Time,” but listen to it here for the first time, and read the remarkable, inspired lyric, I think you will understand why.
Seeing the Diamonds perform several times at S.O.B.'s in New York City years ago (once, as I recall, backed by the Roots Radics and another time by the Soul Syndicate), I emerged from the club into 7th Avenue midnight exalted, drained and unready for my subway ride home. I wanted to go wandering instead.
As all insominacs know, this is the longest night of the year capping four years of long nights. Jah feel?
Mighty Diamonds: Right Time (Link)
