Story behind the song
During a visit to Antigua V.I., I spent a morning walking with a local rastaman who called himself Mountain Eye. He inspired this tune, which practically wrote itself.
Lyrics
Goin' Strollin'
Down down to Montego Bay
maybe for an hour
maybe for the day
Maybe tonight I stroll down
the streets of Negril
I don't know for sure
but I probably will
go strollin'
goin' strollin'
Well, my feets tell me where I need to go
high in the Blue Mountains
Where the cold springs flow
From there maybe I can see my destiny
I hope one day you will stroll with me
Maybe tonight I stroll down
the streets of Negril
I don't know for sure
but I probably will
go strollin'
goin' strollin'
Well, my feets tell me where I need to go
high in the Blue Mountains
Where the cold springs flow
From there maybe I can see my destiny
I hope one day you will stroll with me
Maybe tonight I stroll down
the streets of Negril
I don't know for sure
but I probably will
go strollin'
goin' strollin'
Goin' strollin'
Goin' strollin'
Goin' strollin'
Goin' strollin'