You may share the same sway to the beautiful words and release this awesome music brings.
I’m not gonna worry.
Not about a thing.
You see birds are singing right by my window.
On a tree limb.
Make my soul happy.
Make me fade into a song.
Bob Marley’s joy is riding me along.
Can’t control the feeling.
Let every note, imperfect and clean, chime in.
Not going to worry.
The melody is free inside my soul.
Tone is humming with the cars passing me by.
Though the world’s trying to bring me down,
not going to worry.
One day I’m going to wake up living inside this crazy dream.
Nothing is going to be like it seems.
But that tune going to fly me away.
Whenever I hear it, no matter the place or the day.
Take all my worries.
Stow them in a doorway of change.
Birds are chirping so brightly.
The song has changed me for its length.
Try to keep the feeling going.
Live the smile the singalong brings.
Moments out of time, a force I won’t betray.
Not going to worry.
Because when Bob Marley sings “Three Little Birds,”
the world melts away.
My spirit rises up in sunny light, body begins to dance, and
suddenly Jamaican accented singing screams from me.
During these scant minutes, everything is going to be alright.
