Roots of Grabouw

(Verse 1) In the heart of Grabouw, under the mountain's gaze, Jacobus chants the mornings, in the misty haze. With locks like rivers, flowing deep and wide, He plants his seeds of love, with every stride. (Chorus) Oh, Jacobus, the humble Rasta man, Spreading peace like only a true Rasta can. In the orchard’s shadow, or by the river’s flow, His spirit’s rooted, where the apple groves grow. (Verse 2) With hands in the soil, he sows his humble dreams, In every apple blossom, his gentle wisdom gleams. Strumming his guitar, by the fire's light, Songs of unity, into the night. (Chorus) Oh, Jacobus, the humble Rasta man, Spreading peace like only a true Rasta can. In the orchard’s shadow, or by the river’s flow, His spirit’s rooted, where the apple groves grow. (Bridge) He speaks of justice, his voice calm and low, In every word, a seed, he hopes to sow. Gathering the community, under stars so bright, Together in the dance, feeling the vibes so right. (Verse 3) From the Elgin Valley, to the Cape’s wide ends, His message of love, like the river, bends. Jacobus, the shepherd, in the land of green, Living the truths, others have only seen. Gathering the community, under stars so bright, Together in the dance, feeling the vibes so right. (Verse 3) From the Elgin Valley, to the Cape’s wide ends, His message of love, like the river, bends. Jacobus, the shepherd, in the land of green, Living the truths, others have only seen. (Chorus) Oh, Jacobus, the humble Rasta man, Spreading peace like only a true Rasta can. In the orchard’s shadow, or by the river’s flow, His spirit’s rooted, where the apple groves grow. (Outro) In Grabouw he stands, a beacon so true, Jacobus, the Rasta, with a heart ever new. In the pulse of the drums, in the warmth of the sun, He’s found his haven, where the waters run. [End]