Woman Piaba - Meditation
Lyrics by：Harry Belafonte/Walter Rollins
Composed by：Harry Belafonte/Walter Rollins
The other day I saw a lady was selling
And I wanted something to eat
I thought she'd have a banana a bulla and pea
But I step back when I meet her
She have a basket full of different w**d
She was crying out like she mad
She have a man piabba a woman piabba
Downtown crawling and a lemon grass
Mumu root gully root granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance w**d
But the only w**d she never have
Was my colly w**d
That old lady was so plainly
Trying to let me understand
Man piabba bush can really full your belly
But you have to cook it in a black pan
A little sugar little salt little nutmeg
A little touch of everything
She have a man piabba a woman piabba
Jacob ladder and a duppy krutchit
Mumu root gully root granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance w**d
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly w**d
That old lady she was so plainly
Trying to let me understand
Man piabba bush can really full your belly
But you have to cook it in a black pan
A little sugar little salt little dreadnut milk
A little touch of everything
She have a man piabba a woman piabba
Sweet sweet munu wan a granny cratch-cratch
A belly full and the kusum w**d
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance w**d
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly w**d
She have a man piabba a woman piabba
Jacob ladder and a duppy krutchit
Mumu root gully root granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance w**d
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly w**d
She have a man piabba a woman piabba
Sweet sweet munu wan a granny cratch-cratch
