No woman no cry
Peter rowanIn the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, good friends weve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you cant forget your past
So dry your eyes, I say.
No, woman, no cry
No, woman, no cry.
Singin' with now:
No, woman, no cry.
And I remember when we used to sit
On music row in Nashville town
Oh Mark he would light a fire bright,
The fiddle was a-blazing through the night.
Then we would make cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry, yeah
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry, yeah
No woman, no cry, no woman, no woman, no cry
Oh my little darling dry your eyes i said