The Mystical Haze of a Holy Ganjahman
The ancient jolly mystic began to dance
He danced in a stoned trance of insanity
Hopping up and down with true happiness
Chanting the green pravana of natural bud
High as a dove full of blessed infinite love
Full of floral adoration and green reveries
Smoking like a locomotive on his chillum
Chimney of puffing pungent ganjah smog
He was chanting and dancing full of glee
Om bom bim bin bon bhang bin bil bol bom
Om beni bob me yam om nama benza guru
Hari ganjah hari hari dhumo ganjah aziz om
Om ha hum benza ganjah guru siddhi bong
People thought he was mad and off his 'ed
When they saw him in saffron colour robes
Bare feet and cannabis flowers in wild hair
Not a worries in the world nor a single care
Long flowing beard and aroma of fine herb
A venerable stoned monk of healing skunk
A wise herb ascetic with mystic green vibe
Glad to be alive and to feel natural divinity
To cultivate herb bushes in contemplation
To smoke on a holy chalice his dedication
Daily herb is a blessing of eternal learning
The herbil experience is most enlightening
