Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hand Cart Bwoy, artist - Perfect. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Song language: English
Hand Cart Bwoy |
| Princess just hold on pon I and I hand |
| I will never mek the I falter [ |
| The journey soon ends |
| See I and I gates upon the rock deh |
| She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy |
| bobo |
| youth whose name Fitzroy |
| Round a market mi juggle pepper and pak choi |
| She never know she woulda deh wid I |
| She get whole heap a love and joy from the hand cart bwoy |
| A the same likkle bobo youth whose name Fitzroy |
| Round a market mi juggle pak choi |
| She never know she woulda deh wid I |
| I’m trodding from the mountains |
| Pon mi foot a pure red dirt |
| Crucus bag dem stitch up and the cabbage well cut |
| bout a dozen I-trate pon mi shirt |
| I’ve got peppers, some ripe bananas and some peanuts |
| I met this princess in the market standing by the culvert |
| I could see that all she need was I and I comfort |
| Sey she come from up a River Gut |
| But she’s coming home to my little hut |
| She always |
| admire when I glorify the King |
| And how I seal my turban each and every morning |
| Sipping a little water from the spring |
| I push my cart and dance and sing |
| Oh what a loving, caring woman you are |
| And what I am thankful for? |
| She never tek no money from no superstar |
| I’ll be there for you no matter what’s the circumstnce |
| Rastafari is the light from a distance |
| Princess trod on and skillful guidance |