JAMAICA_FAREWELL_HARRY_BELAFONTE JAMAICA FAREWELL 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, 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. Sounds of laughter every where and the dancing girl swinging two and fro, I must declare my head is there, though I been from maine to Mexico. 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.