This is my highland in the sun, Where my people have toiled since time began. I may sail on many seas, The shores will always be home to me. Oh, highland in the sun, Built in me by my father's hand. All my days I will sing and praise Of your forests, waters and shining sun. As morning breaks the heaven and high, I lift my every load to the sky. The sun comes down with a burning glow, Brings my sweat to the earth below. Oh, highland in the sun, Built in me by my father's hand. All my days I will sing and praise Of your forests, waters and shining sun. Instrumental I see woman and bending knees, Cutting cane for their family. I saw a man by the water's side, Casting nets at the surging tide. Oh, highland in the sun, Built in me by my father's hand. All my days I will sing and praise Of your forests, waters and shining sun. I pray the day might never come, When I can awake to the sound of drum. Never let me in this carnival, With calypso songs in the tropical. Oh, highland in the sun, Built in me by my father's hand. All my days I will sing and praise Of your forests, waters and shining sun. Oh, highland in the sun, Built in me by my father's hand.