Jamaica was a lovely one, I played it wellAs we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fellAnd the family told us something we wouldn't tellWe would stay there till our sister rangThe evening bellDaughter of a captain on the rolling seasShe would stare across the water from the treesLast time he was home he held her on his kneesSaid the next time they would sail just where they pleasedTo make a sail with him or find a way to fillThese empty hours, save themCome again tomorrowJamaica was a lovely one, I loved her trueShe was her comfort and her mercy through and throughI left from this world to get the next thing I knewThey had brung the things down to the bayWhat could I do to make a sailTo find a way to fill this life I sailedSail with my ship to find a seaTo make a sail with him or find a way to fill this life I sailedLet's get itTo make a sail with him or find a way to fill this life I sailedSomebody said it all, our waters have run dryTo make a sail with him or find a way to fill this life I sailedAnd then we'll sail until our waters have run dry