My love

Isn't it a beautiful thing when you can listen to a voice without having to pay attention?

To be able to hear the message without ever paying attention to the words?

To be able to feel what the musician felt, to be able to laugh and cry with him?

To love deeply and to be grieved as he?

To dance without a care in the world?

To be caught up in eternal ecstasy,
And never want to leave

Is this love?
No woman no cry
Exodus
Get up, stand up.

Thank you Bob for giving the world,
What the world needed.

Reggae heartbeats,
Roots and Culture.