Cheap perfume, and painted faces...
fallen angels fill the places
where I go when my troubles bring me down.
All the lies, I know they'll tell me,
and the time that they will sell me...
for a while, I'll be the biggest man in town.
Back at home...
in bed, she's crying.
For her love for me is dying.
But she'll pray I make it safely through the night.
When the morning sun starts showing,
to her bedside I'll be going,
And she'll hold me
while I face the morning light.
And I'll make promises...
promises to change.
I'll make her promises,
swear I'll rearrange,
and I'll start giving all the
love she needs, if only she
will stay.
Once again, she'll reassure me.
And I believe her love will cure me,
and I'll fall asleep with tears on my face.
And I know she's just a woman,
and her love can't last forever.
And someday soon, I know
she'll leave without a trace.
For, broken promises will tear her dreams apart.
Just token promises will someday
break her heart,
and for the last time, she'll hold me
when I cry, and while I'm sleeping...
she'll quietly say goodbye...JAMAICA FAREWELL
Harry Belafonte
Down the bay where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
Down the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
`Akey' rice, salt fish are nice
And the rum is fine any time of year
Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls sway to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Though I've been from Maine to Mexico