said i remember when we used to sit,
in the government yard in trenchtown.
oba-oba serving the hypocrites,
as they would mingle with the good people we meet.
good friends we have or good friends we've lost,
along the way.
in this bright future, you can't forget your past,
so dry your tears i say..

i remember when we used to sit,
in the government yard in trenchtown.
and they goergie would make the fire light,
as it was log wood burn into the night.
and 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 when i'm gone i mean,

everything is gonna be alright.