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