Jamaica was the sweet, young thing, I played her well As we lay there in the tall grass, where the shadows fell Hiding from the children, so they would not tell We would lay there till her sister rang the evening bell Jamaica, say you will Help me find a way to fill these empty hours Say you will come again tomorrow She was the daughter of a captain on the rolling seas She would stare across the water from the trees Last time he was home, he held her on his knees And said 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 sweet, young thing, I loved her true She was a comfort and a mercy through and through Hiding from this world together, next thing I knew They brought her 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