Cherries Are Ripe - Margaret MacArthur

Intro: Yah blessed Yah man black people African people just one love and one joy you know Blessed Them is the black man and black woman kingdom you know Check it So we go Chorus: A lot of people don't got no good in a them and me see it The wicked a go drop off like ripe leaf Nuff a them no got no love in a them, how you do it? That mean you wouldn't give the ghetto youths food fi eat Nuff a them no got no love in a them and me see it The heathen a go drop off like ripe leaf Nuff a them no got no love in a them, how you do it? Verse 1: That mean you would a scorn the ghetto youths well Well a who got the matches? Who got the gasoline? Youths clear the passage Cause a fire me deh dash Like a macca marijuana Tell them me ask Nuff a them a it me find out Nuff a them a happen Nuff boy turn your friend just through cash Laugh and a pretend then a stab you in the back Well me humble, a wait, Meekly a watch into the fire Way deh blaze nuff a them a keep back You run gone go dig you pit and set up them trap A bear wolf a go under the lock So king emmanuel put on me turban wrap So them yah time babylon you must get lash Like a tomato you must get splash Them a chant bout me poor through me clothes full a patch And through them pull a door and got a key to them lock Well babylon jesse christ him blackk Chorus Verse 2: Find out the devil send them fi me hang them Well babylon you lose cause i nah pretend Well a who go bend them fi me come straight them Caan follow i, nor the lion in a the den Tell me now a who go friend them fi me go shame them With selassie i free emmanuel anthem Well then a who go strenght them To misled jah children Babylon this never yet no problem Yow, a some skunk them Come we go dump them The wicked man tell me who do you praise? The alien In them yah time yah Me sey a them they got to bless Fire got to bless Chorus: Verse 3: Well then i live for jah all my days And if a no king selassie you deh praise well the heathen a go rage Fire me deh blaze So me tell them sey Them a the real hypocrite Them caan take me fire them a walk and a spit Through no wicked i no subject did nah commit Them only rob the poor then go bow to the rich Me find out a hatred nuff a practice Mister scrapehead just come fi you justice Cause everyday you devise some mischief Now rude boy you ready cos things done sleve Chorus / repeat verse 1

You get mad when You get told to watch your tone Yeah, you get angry But hold your breath while you count down And not be angry Easier to bite your tongue (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Every time that you behave Every time you play it safe You can feel it getting harder Still, you're Waiting for things to get better To get better, to get better But you're not sure if it's now or it's never, or it's never If it's never been done before It might bе kinda frightening But waiting for things to get bettеr, to get better Feels a lot like settling Feels a lot like settling Feels a lot like settling You're still tryin' But maybe if you let it go And just stop tryin' Finally say what's on your mind To hell with timing Is it easier to bite your tongue (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Every time that you behave Every time you play it safe You can feel it getting harder Still, you're Waiting for things to get better To get better, to get better But you're not sure if it's now or it's never, or it's never If it's never been done before It might be kinda frightening But waiting for things to get better, to get better Feels a lot like settling Feels a lot like settling Feels a lot like settling Ay, ay, ay, ay A lot like settling Hey, hey, hey, hey Waiting for things to get better To get better, to get better But you're not sure if it's now or it's never, or it's never If it's never been done before It might be kinda frightening But waiting for things to get better, to get better Feels a lot like settling Feels a lot like settling Feels a lot like settling Feels a lot like settling Feels a lot like settling

Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit Got a girl lined up for every day of the week No one ever dries up, I'm a freak Yeah, the boys been crying 'cause my mind's been flying To the other side of the street No need to go to work unless I'm working on your body Hold you up, lay you down, staying up 'til the morning Work hard in the sheets, we could stay here for a week No need to go to work 'less I'm working on your body Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit Baby, I'm a fountain, water running down the mountain At the bottom, we'll be lounging in the juice, aye Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit Baby, I'm a fountain, water running down the mountain At the bottom, we'll be lounging in the juice Coming up for air 'cause I've been living down there, uh One course meal, every time tastes unreal Won the lottery (lottery), brushing up on my anatomy (anatomy) If we get tired, switch to battery Goin' non-stop burning calories No need to go to work unless I'm working on your body Hold you up, lay you down, staying up 'til the morning Work hard in the sheets, we could stay here for a week No need to go to work 'less I'm working on your body Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit Baby, I'm a fountain, water running down the mountain At the bottom, we'll be lounging in the juice, aye Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit Baby, I'm a fountain, water running down the mountain At the bottom, we'll be lounging in the juice Juicy fruit coming through, wear that dress like perfume Back in up to my room, I'll make you flower, make you bloom Keep it fresh, morning dew always wet when I'm with you It's like I'm living in the tropics when you drop that body on me, ah Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit Baby, I'm a fountain, water running down the mountain At the bottom, we'll be lounging in the juice Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit Baby, I'm a fountain, water running down the mountain At the bottom, we'll be lounging in the juice (juice) Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit (give you all the passion) Baby, I'm a fountain, water running down the mountain At the bottom, we'll be lounging in the juice, aye Ripe for the picking even when I'm not in season But I'll give you all the passion from my fruit Baby, I'm a fountain, water running down the mountain At the bottom, we'll be lounging in the juice (ah)

There will be another song for me And I will sing it There will be another dream for me Someone will bring it I will drink the wine while it's warm And never let you catch me looking at the sun But after all the loves of my life After all the loves of my life You'll still be the one I will take my life into my hands And I will use it I will win the worship in their eyes Then I will lose it I will have the things that I desire And my passions flow like rivers leading to the sky But after all the loves of my life After all the loves of my life You'll still be the one And wondering why

Oh, Danny boy The pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen And down the mountainside The summer's gone And all the roses falling It's you, it's you must go And I must bide But come ye back when Summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed And white with snow It's I'll be here In s Unshine or in shadow Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy I love you so Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy I love you so