Seagulls are flying so low
Listening to Jamaica on my
radio
Sittin' on the dock of the blue
lagoon
Watching the fishermen pull
and shout
Trying so hard just to figure it
out
Honey why'd you have to leave
me so soon
Chorus
She's Gone to Live Upon the
Mountain
To the ice and the snow
And the life that I don't
understand
Lord I'm dying here on the
island
With my toes in the sea
And my heart stuck in the sand
Night will come to me again
Big yellow moon my only
friend
God I've killed and survived
another day
I need your blue eyes and your
curls that shine
Someday I'm going to make
that climb
Sweet Earnest did you ever feel
this Hemingway