I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown, Oba — obaserving the ‘ypocrites As they would mingle with the good people we meet Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost Along the way In this great future, you can’t forget your past So dry your tears, I say
Chorus: No, woman, no cry No, woman, no cry ‘Ere, little darlin’, 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, As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights Then we would cook cornmeal porridge, Of which I’ll share with you My feet is my only carriage, So I’ve got to push on through But while I’m gone, I mean: Everything’s gonna be all right!