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Fred Locks – Voice Of The Poor
The voice of the poor can be heard, crying away
Though they’re not really, saying a word, they seem to say
Oh Lord, give an helping hand, oh Father
Don’t let us go astray, no no
Stretch forth your hands, oh Father
To guide us all the way
They feel the pain inside their bows
So they remember Mount Zion
Whole a Mount Zion, our promised land
That’s where we all belong
Oh Lord, give an helping hand, oh Father
Oh please, don’t let us go astray, stretch forth your hands
Stretch forth your hands, oh Father, oh Jah
To guide us all the way, oh yes
Give an helping hand, oh Father
Don’t let us go astray, no no no
Stretch forth your hands, oh Father
Oh please, guide us all the way, because
The voice of the poor man can be heard, crying away each day
Though they’re not really saying a single word
They seem to say, they keep on saying
Give an helping hand, oh Father
Don’t let us go astray
