A Quote for the Fast of the Fifth Month

A dedication to all the refugees worldwide...
One time — say, say, say...

I remember when we used to sit / in the government yard in Brooklyn,
Observing the crookedness / as it mingled with the good people we meet —
Good friends we had, oh, / good friends we've lost / along the way.
In this great future you can't forget your past, / so dry your tears
I say, and to my peeps who passed away,

No, woman — no cry / no, woman — no cry; say, say, say...
Hey little sister / don't shed no tears,
No, woman — no cry; say say say...

I remember when we used to rock / in a project yard in Jersey,
And little Georgie would make the firelight / as stolen cars passed through the night.
And then we'd hit the corner store / for roots, paper, and brew —
My drink's my only remedy / for pain of losing family.
But while I'm gone, Shorty,

Everything is gonna be alright, / everything is gonna be alright;
'Fugees come to the dance tonight, / everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright, / oh everything is gonna be alright;
The gun man's in the house tonight —
But everything is gonna be alright.

Oh ah, oh ah / oh ah, oh ah...
Oh ah, oh ah / oh ah, oh ah
No, woman — no cry / no, woman — no cry;
No, woman — no cry / no, woman — no cry; say, say, say...

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 had, oh, / good friends we've lost / along the way.
In this great future you can't forget your past, / so dry your tears, I say...

No, woman — no cry / no, woman — no cry;
Hey little sister / don't shed no tears,
No, woman — no cry...

-- No Woman No Cry, according to the Fugees