She comes from Boston

Works at the jewelry store

Down in the harbor

Where the ferries come to shore

She never really knew how good it would feel

To finally find herself in a place so warm and real



She wears a Red Sox cap

To hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England

Is different now and dead

In all the local bars

She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'

She's from Boston



She comes from Boston

Talks to her family now and then

Through e-mails and postcards

She tries to explain to them

That education and occupation will have to wait for now

She loves the Rasta, reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow



She wears a Red Sox cap

To hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England

Is different now and dead

In all the local bars

She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'

She's from Boston



Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand

She's seduced by the sunsets and her new life at hand



She wears a Red Sox cap

To hide her baby dreads

The girl she was in New England

Is different now and dead

In all the local bars

She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'

She's from Boston



She wears a Red Sox cap

To hide her baby dreads

From Boston

She came to this island from Boston