No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
I remember when a we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown,
Ob, observing the hypocrites.
Mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh
Good friends we have lost along the way
In this great future you can’t forget your past
So dry your tears, I say.
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
Don’t shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
I say, log wood burnin’ through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Wait a minute, of which I’ll share with you.
My feet is my only carriage
And so I’ve got to push on through.
But while I’m gone,
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
So, no, woman, no cry
No, don’t shed no tears
Oh, my little sister, don’t shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry
Little sister don’t shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
Little darlin don’t shed no tears
No, woman, no cry
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