Now Don't You Think It Quite Unfair

Now don't you think it quite unfair
To judge him for his straggly hair
And if his dreadlocks are tinged with blue
What would that have to do with you?.

He's just a stranger walking by
And yet you judge him wonder why
If he wants to look different that's his right
And who knows his soul may well be full of light?.

You are entitled to express your views
But you've never lived in the man's shoes
And mister would you not agree
That into his soul we cannot see?.

By the cover you can't judge the book
Or People by the way they look
And for all we know the man may be
A credit to humanity.

We've never seen this man before
And may not see him never more
And do we have the right to care
If he has dreadlocks in his hair?.

He is a stranger and 'twould appear
That his home may be far from here
And he's just going through life like you and I
The young bloke with the dreadlocks that walked by.