I hear they hung the jailer

The messenger is dead

The piano player's singing

To the lovers in his bed

This road is winding back

And there's no end in sight

No sign of our dead lord

To guide us through this starless night.

And through every open doorway

You can choose

And sometimes you win it

And sometimes you lose.

This one's for rosaleen

With a bullet through a breast

This one's for you, my uninvited guest

Oh now my beauty lies

So deep in her sleep

Will some angel keep her spirit sweet.

And the simple things to say

Don't always work out that way

The touching of our souls

They don't drift away.

I am going, I am going to kingston town

Fine spanish lace and a wedding gown

I am going, I am going to kingston town

Jamaican rum and a princess crown.