Only above the earth does dawn arise, Hemp turns green. And along with this hemp, hemp, We wake up with the dawn. A joint is burning, and your eyes are burning. Thanks to this good hemp. On an autumn day, it tears us away from the ground, The fragrant smell of hemp separates us from the earth. I'll pack a bag of hemp, And take it home. Then I'll break through this hemp, oh hemp, Through the rolling paper. A joint is burning, and your eyes are burning. Thanks to this good hemp. On an autumn day, it tears us away from the ground, The fragrant smell of hemp separates us from the earth. And if suddenly sadness finds you, The clan will come to your aid. And you pack the joint even tighter. And you'll smoke even stronger. A joint is burning, and your eyes are burning. Thanks to this good hemp. On an autumn day, it tears us away from the ground, The fragrant smell of hemp separates us from the earth.
