Original lyrics

EN

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