Someone say:
(Please, don’t let me down!)
Oh, please, don’t let me – ee-ya-bab, oh, please don’t let me down!
(Midnight) Midnight ravers! (ravers) Midnight ravers!
(Please don’t) Oh, please, please,
don’t let me down, down, down, down, down!
Don’t let me down;
Don’t let me down.

I see ten thousand chariots (ah-ah-ah-ah)
And they coming without horses; (coming without horses)
The riders – they cover their face, (ah-ah-ah-ah)
So you couldn’t make them out in smoky place -
(make them out in smoky places)
In that musical stampede, where everyone is doing their thing.
Musical stampede – people swingin’;
Musical stampede. Someone say:
People, ride on! (keep a-ridin’!)
(keep a-ridin’!) Ride on!
(keep a-ridin’!) Midnight ravers!
People, ride on! (keep a-ridin’!)
(keep a-ridin’!) Ride on!
(keep a-ridin’!) Midnight ravers!

I can’t tell my woman from the man:
She is dressed in the same pollution; (dressed in the same pollution)
Her mind is confused with confusion:
To my problem seems there’s never – never no solution!

I’ve become a night-life raver
And I’m beggin’ you, (please) please, please -
oh, beel-ya-ba-ba – please don’t ya let me down!

(Night-life ravers) Night-life ravers! Night-life ravers!
Oh, please, please, please, please, don’t let me down.
Don’t let me down;
Don’t let me down!

I see ten thousand chariots (ah-ah-ah-ah)
And they coming without horses; (coming without horses)
The riders they cover their face, (ah-ah-ah-ah)
So you couldn’t make them out in smoky place -
In that musical stampede, oh!
It’s the musical stampede. Ride on!
It’s the musical stampede, some preacher say!
People ride on! (keep a-ridin’!)
(keep a-ridin’!) Ride on!
(keep a-ridin’!) Midnight ravers!
A-ride on! (keep a-ridin’!)
(keep a-ridin’!) Ride on!
(keep a-ridin’!) Midnight ravers!
Ride on, y’all! (keep a-ridin’!)
(keep a-ridin’!) Ride on!
(keep a-ridin’!) Midnight ravers!
Ride on! (keep a-ridin’!)
(keep a-ridin’!) Don’t let me down, midnight ravers!
(keep a-ridin’!)
Midnight ravers, don’t let me down! (keep a-ridin’!)
Don’t let me down – don’t let me down! (keep a-ridin’!)
Well, I’m comin’!
I got too much talkin’.

I’ve been accused on my mission
JAH knows you shouldn’t do
For hanging me they were willing yeah! yeah!
And that’s why I’ve got to get on thru
Lord they coming after me

Lord I got to keep on moving
Lord I got to get on down
Lord I’ve got to keep on moving
Where I can’t be found
Lord they’re coming after me

I know someday we’ll find that piece
Of land somewhere not nearby Babylon
The war will soon be over and Africa
Will unite the children who liveth in
Darkness have seen the great light

I’ve got two boys and a woman
And I know they won’t suffer now
JAH forgive me for not going back
But I’ll be there anyhow
Yes I’ll be there anyhow

Lord I got to keep on moving
Lord I got to get on down
Lord I’ve got to keep on moving
Where I can’t be found, where I can’t be found
Lord they coming after me

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.
—
[Guitar solo]
—
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.)