Upon the rock of the air, I build I chariot.

A rock the evil cannot see.

Yet the inner soul of I hold firm.

Upon the rock of His Almighty Jah

When I walk, I walk inside my chariot..

When I sleep the walls of I chariot covers I

The invisible walls I only feel.

The rock is Almighty Jah

Water nor fire penetrates not I rock.

Truth and righteousness are tickets for a ride.

Hop on Oh holy children of Jah

This Chariot is Zion bound.

The red sea was no match for I rock.

Neither will nuclear bombs or laser beam

What force can stop this chariot?

For even death is dead

Jesus walk so Rasta could come forward.

And conquer the darkness around his children’s eyes.

Open your eyes Oh holy children!

Rastafari has come to take you home.

To the land of our fathers

The land of Holy Moun Zion

Hold firm on this invisible chariot!

Moving through with its mystic vibrations

Do not be frightened of the horns.

They are only the cry of the warriors.

The dead will arise at such a cry.

Even the trees will sing and dance.

So, hold firm Rasta children.

Jah Jah is the driver of this Zion bound chariot.