No woman, no cry. No woman, no cry. No woman, no cry. No woman, no cry. Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Trench-town. O-ba, O-ba serving the hypocrites as they would mingle with the good people we meet. Good friends we had, oh good friends we've lost along the way. In this bright future, you can't forget your past; so dry your tears, I say. And no woman, no cry. No woman, no cry.
