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Goombay Dance Band Sun Of Jamaica

I have to leave my heart And go away To a land across the farest sea But my thoughts Will always be by you If I should never come Don't cry in vain Aloha

with the money, I will make the next plane I hope to take If the bird gets ready for me I will catch just in time. I see Lisa scratcing me back

dream of blue seas, white sands, Paradise birds, butterflies and beautiful warm-hearted girls Sun of Jamaica, the dreams of Malaika Our love is my sweet memory Sun of Jamaica

Marrakesh, come to Marrakesh to the city of gold near the sky Marrakesh, come to Marrakesh where the troubles of life drift on by Marrakesh, come to

Seven tears have flown into the river Seven tears are runnin' to the sea. If one day they reach some distant waters Then you'll know it's sent with

They came 500 years ago They stole the gold of Mexico Killed the people one by one Only talking with their guns Brave men locked on iron chains All young