Their marriage wasn't working out,
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Things were just coming unwound,
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Too much work and too much worry,
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And nothing to do in that one-horse town.
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So they chartered a boat plane from Corpus Christi,
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Followed the gulfstream breeze,
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And from a forty-year-old postcard,
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Their words rang out to me...
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"Oh, the ocean is beautiful, wish you were here,
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We're having a wonderful time.
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Happy new year from Jamaica ? 1959."
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They came to Kingston at Christmas Season,
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There was a light in their eyes.
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The food was spicy, the rum was smooth,
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And, oh, the waves were like lullabies.
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They fell in love all over again,
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And it never once crossed their minds
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Their book of memories would travel so far
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Across the sands of time...
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"Oh, the ocean is beautiful, wish you were here,
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We're having a wonderful time.
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Happy new year from Jamaica ? 1959."
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Well, I found that scrapbook up in the attic
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After they'd both moved on,
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And from those pages and Polaroids,
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I learned a story I'd never known...
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Of how two lovers came to discover
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How many things that they shared,
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A black-haired boy, a blue-eyed girl
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With tropical flowers in her hair,
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The healing power of warm blue water
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Turning their hearts back around,
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And nine months later, a child was born;
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He's singin' to you now...
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"Oh, the ocean is beautiful, wish you were here,
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We're having a wonderful time.
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Happy new year from Jamaica ? 1959."
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Postcard From Jamaica
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Brian Burns |