No, woman, no cry, No, woman, no cry, No, woman, no cry, No, woman, no cry!
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, yeah.
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, No, woman, no cry!
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!