JAMAICA FAREWELL

Harry Belafonte



Down the bay where the nights are gay

And the sun shines daily on the mountain top

I took a trip on a sailing ship

And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop



But I'm sad to say I'm on my way

Won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town



Down the market you can hear

Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear

`Akey' rice, salt fish are nice

And the rum is fine any time of year



Sounds of laughter everywhere

And the dancing girls sway to and fro

I must declare my heart is there

Though I've been from Maine to Mexico