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Bob Marley & The Wailers:
No Woman No Cry
Bob Marley passed away 28 years ago today. So it is only
appropriate that I post the first song I ever heard him sing.
He was relatively unknown then. But a live performance
of No Woman No Cry in London in 1975
catapulted Bob and The Wailers into our hearts and stardom.
The exact meaning of this apparently sad song about poverty
and the death of a friend has led to much debate. But
it was an instant classic and remains so today.
Here is an excellent article on the immeasurable influence exerted
on humanity by the legendary singer, visionary and activist:
Bob Marley: The World, the Wailers and the Weed
God bless Bob Marley. If you enjoyed this post, please
pass it to Bob Marley fans with my compliments.
Philip PJA64X
No Woman No Cry (lyrics)
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 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 seh.
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.
Said - said - said: I remember when-a 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!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
I said, everything's gonna be all right-a!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right, now!
Everything's gonna be all right!
So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, 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:
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin', say don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.
Eh! (Little darlin', don't shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, don't shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.)