Jamaica - Bobby Caldwell

When the world gets too much to carryAnd when life becomes

too bizarreAnd all of my friends seem ordinaryAs

compared to the RastafarNo, I can’t wait to see

the cityHave a drink inside my favorite barSo if you

leave me, that’s a pityMaybe I’m better off by

farOh, JamaicaHold meCome let your arms

enfold meForever and everSomeone told meLove

grows Here in JamaicaLeaving you, how could I

everAs I ran for the ocean ferryWell I knew

I’d said my last goodbyeAnd now my life seems so

contraryAs the stars fill the evening skyOh,

JamaicaHold meCome let your arms enfold meForever

and everSomeone told meLove growsHere in

JamaicaLeaving you, how could I ever