No woman, no cry

I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
Observing the hypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have
Oh, good friends we lost
Along the way
In this great future,
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I seh

No woman no cry
No woman no cry
Little darling, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry

(Vincent Ford)
Em homenagem a Vincent Ford, autor da música que morreu no último domingo. Que Jah o tenha.