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