Lyrics:

Browne

Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well
As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell
Hiding from the children so they would not tell
We would stay there till her sister rang the evening bell.

Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these empty hours and
Say you will come again tomorrow.

The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas
She would stare across the water from the trees
The last time he was home he held her on his knees
And said the next time they would sail away just where they pleased.

Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these lifeless sails
And stay until my ships can find the sea.

Jamaica was a lovely woman, I loved her true
She was a comfort and a mercy through and through
Hiding from this world together, next thing I knew
They had brought her things down to the bay, what could I do?

Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these sails
And we will sail until our waters have run dry.

Jamaica, say you will
Help me find a way to fill these sails
And we will sail until our waters have run dry.