Down the way 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 my little girl in Kingston town. Sounds of laughter everywhere, And the dancing girls swing to and fro, I must declare my heart is there, Though I've been from Maine to Mexico, 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 my little girl in Kingston town. Down at the market you can hear ladies cry out, While on their heads they bear, Ackee, rice, salt, fish are nice, And the rum is fine any time of year, 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 my little girl in Kingston town. Down the way 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 my little girl in Kingston town. 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 my little girl in Kingston town.