[Downbeat Hook] I was no prophet, no prophet’s son, I followed the herd where the sycamores grew. [Verse 1] The priest sent word to the palace: conspiracy, The land cannot carry the weight of this voice. Go south, O seer, earn bread with your visions, Bethel belongs to the king and his court. [Chorus] I was no prophet, no prophet’s son, I followed the herd where the sycamores grew. The LORD took me out from behind the flock, Said, Go to my people and speak what is true. [Verse 2] A title did not call me, a market did not pay me, A chapel of power cannot cancel the word. Hear now, Amaziah, the warning you banished: Silencing the messenger does not silence the LORD. [Bridge] The pasture remains in the dust on my feet, But the roar of Zion is the reason I speak. [Final Chorus] I was no prophet, no prophet’s son, I followed the herd where the sycamores grew. Said, Go to my people and speak what is true. But the roar of Zion is the reason I speak.