Down the way where the nights are gay and the sun
shines daily on the mountaintops,
I took a trip on a sailing ship and when I reached Jamaica, I made a
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.
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls swaying to and fro,
I must declare my heart is there,
Though I've been from Main to Mexico. Chorus
Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they hear
Ackie, rice; salt fish are nice,
And the rum is fine any time of year. Chorus