Produced by Coxsone Dodd in 1967. I remember the Cat Stevens version and it doesn't hold a candle to what Norma did with it. This song holds a sweet memory for me. Hanging out at my Jamaican babysitter's home in the early 70s...looking at each and every one of her old 45's and records. Gently putting them on the turntable and listening to each one...and falling in love with the early ska and reggae I heard. And the smell of her rice and peas, fish and plantains had the power to stop us kids from bickering with each other long enough to sit with her and enjoy the feast -- and maybe listen to a couple of her scary stories. Miss you, Mama Blake. R.I.P.