Harry Belafonte

Down the way where the nights are gay
and the sun shines daily on the mountain's top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
and when I reached Jamaica I made a stop.
And 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 burning around
I've had to leave a little girl in the Kingston town.
Down at the market you can hear
ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Akkisai sort fish are nice
and the rhum are fine every time a year.
And I'm sad to say
I'm on my way