Sweet Jamaica

Thousands of people are asking me

How I spend my time in London city

Thousands of people are asking me

How I spend my time in London city

Well, that is a question I cannot answer

I regret the day I left sweet Jamaica

I mean you would pity position

Because I nearly die here from starvation

But darling, is Jamaica, Jamaica a heaven and savior?

Darling, Jamaica, Jamaica, we bound to remember

Another thing that hum-buggin' me

Is the food control in London city

They say you must have a ration book

Before you could put on something to cook

And friends, the weekly ration's so small

In a day or two, you can sure eat all

So before I suffer, I'm going over

For my ackee and saltfish in Jamaica

But darling, is Jamaica, Jamaica are we bound to remember?

Darling, Jamaica, Jamaica, yes, our heaven and savior

During the winter in Great Britain

I miss Jamaica, that happy land

If I had wings like an aeroplane

I would fly to that blessed country again

Where you see the sun shining every day

And the lovely beach at Montego Bay

These are the things that I remember

That urged me to fly back to Jamaica

So darling, is Jamaica, Jamaica, we bound to remember

Darling, Jamaica, Jamaica, our heaven and savior

Many West Indians are sorry now

They left their country and don't know how

Some left their jobs and their family

And determined to come to London city

Well, they are crying, they now regret

No kind of employment that they can get

The city of London they have to roam

And they can't get their passage to go back home

So darling, is Jamaica, Jamaica, we bound to remember

Darling, Jamaica, Jamaica, our heaven and savior