Come back, come back, back to Jamaica Don't you know we made a big mistaika We would be so sad if you told us goodbye And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky!
Be good & you will be lonesome. Be lonesome & you will be free.
Some of it's magic and some of it's tragic but I had a good life all the way.
I slowly surrender to the child in me who can't say goodbye.
It takes no more time to see the good side of life than it takes to see the bad.