Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's gonna play my song To carry me along And when the boatman comes To ferry me away To where we all belong I said yeah

(Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning I wanna make it right My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it’s paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round (After it rains and pour) How did you find me here? It must be

And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Carry we go home, Carry we go home And bring we gone a east Cause man a rasta man Carry we go home An mek we settle and seize Caw man a rasta man And I say Dread and Terrible pon dem Good god of grace, well I have

We aim for balance standing on cannonballs We slam on clay and dig deep, and labyrinth trenches around craters we call home Rage, I will put this all back inside of me Ghosts of my past lift me up, carry me through blinding night Ever-flowing white

I will stand by you Now I can't carry the world on my shoulders This I know is true Know that I will stand by you I will never back down from a good fair fight I will find my way through the darkest night No, I'll never feel wrong for doing what's right

Two footprints, your footprints in the sand Lord knows you can't trust your head Thought you'd abandoned me and Let go of my hand But you were carrying me Carrying me to safety Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When you're standing

And when I'm gone just carry on don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice, just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin' And I didn't feel a thing so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back Yeah, it's my life My own words, I guess

You will be found You are not alone 'Cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again You are not alone (You are not alone) Even when the dark comes crashing through When you need a friend to carry you So let the sun come streaming in When you’re broken on

My song will carry on And I'll spend my life penning my song, my song Good girls don't make history So I may never be what you assume (it's my song) Don't want your hooks or auto-tune (it's my song) If I'm off-key then that's alright with me (it's my

You remind me of a few of my famous friends Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends You remind me of a former love that I once knew And you carry a little speech with you We were holding hands walking through the middle of the street It's fine