Scarlett flew in from Des Moines
Packed in a copper urn
Picking window or aisle
Wasn't her biggest concern
She'd never seen the ocean
But she dreamt of paradise
Now her dear friend Miss Emily
Was doing something nice
She held her ashes skyward
Released them to the breeze
Over the sandy beaches
Through swaying tropical trees
And she'll be dancing in Jamaica
Above Montego Bay
Gone with the wind
To the beat of reggae
Gone with the wind
And on to better days
Gone with the wind
And on to better days
She held her ashes skyward
Released them to the breeze
Over the sandy beaches
Through swaying tropical trees
And she'll be dancing in Jamaica
Above Montego Bay
Gone with the wind
To the beat of reggae
Gone with the wind
And on to better days
Gone with the wind
And on to better days
