I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the kush plants glisten,
and reggae bawts listen
To smell, burning kush all day

I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every ***** blunt I roll
May your days be reggae and kleen
And may all your Christmases be green

Good king Selassie looked out
on the feast of Marley
When the kush lay round about
dank and green and sticky
Loudly bumped reggae that night
As the king did turn
When a stoner came in sight
Gathering kush to burn

"Come here boy and stand by me
if you know this then say;
where would that young stoner be
at the end of this day?"
"My King he lives quite far away
rather close to Babylon
where exactly I can not say
he surely lives in Zion."

"Bring me kush and fine hashish
bring me bongs and paper
You and I, his base shall reach
bringing dank kush vapour!"
Island boy and Selassie
went across great Zion
eyes all red and mouths all dry
They rode upon the lion

"King, my eyes are growing white
and we smoked our last spliff
I fear that I may die tonight
play me one last reggae riff..."
"Island boy you don't recall
who it is you roll wit
unto me JAH trusted all
of the kush on this planet!"

So Selassie I was blessed
they were high once more
the stoner was offered the rest
of what they had in store
Therefore rasta men be sure
if you have that dank kush
share it with your brothers poor
and find yourself with more bush

I shuffle on
In Babylon
My dreams are of
my home, Zion

I puff the ****
it won't be long
until I'm gone
from Babylon

With kush I fly
Through the smokey sky
On ****** wings
I wave goodbye

The weight is lifted
and so am I
I see you Zion!
My eyes, they cry.