And though you don't believe that they do They do come true For did my dreams Come true when I looked at you And maybe too, if you would believe You too might be Overjoyed, over love, over me Over time, I've been building My castle of love

Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

And I'm miles away from home. Yes, I'm a radical (roots radical), miles away from home..... I'm a true born Jamacan, I'm a radical (roots radical), (roots radical) x2 I'm a radical, (roots radical) They won't see me round the corner, They can't catch me

The city streets are full of people going Nowhere making time The change from night to day is really only hours Won't somebody throw me down a line They say some days you're gonna win They say some days you're gonna lose I tell you I got news for you

Hey hey hallelujah, hey hey hallelujah I really got a hold on you, you're begging me for more You never seen nobody do the things I do before singing Yeah I drive you crazy and your heart's about to break You're begging me for mercy, don't know how much

Until you use me up Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up My friends feel it's their appointed duty They keep trying to tell me all you want to do is use me But my answer yeah to all that use me stuff Is I want to spread the news that if it

And all that I've lost, and all that I've won Don't mean nothing more when you open your eyes and they're gone We try to stay young, by chasing the sun You blink for too long, the swans sing a song After all we've been told, we're still flesh and bone

Clouds roll by Reeling is what they say Or is it just my way? Wind blows by low light Side tracked low light Can't see my tracks your scent way back Can I be here all alone? Clear a path to my home Blood runs dry

The angels laid him away The angels laid her away Angels laid them away Angels laid him away They laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid them away Louis Collins took a trip out west When he returned, little Delia had gone to rest Louis said to

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from