This is my island in the sun,
where my people have toiled since time begun.
I may sail on many a sea,
her shores will always be home to me.
Oh, island in the sun,
will to me by my father's land.
All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters,
your shining sands.
As
morning breaks the heaven on high,
I lift my heavy load to the sky.
Sun shines down with a burning glow,
mingles my sweat with the earth below.
Oh, island in the sun,
will to me by my father's hand.
All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters,
your shining sands.
I see woman on bended knee,
cutting cane for her family.
I see man at the water's side,
casting nets on the surging tide.
Oh, island in the sun,
will to me by my father's hand.
All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters,
your shining sands.
I'd never thought the day would come
when I'd awake to the sound of drums.
Let me never miss Carnival with Calypso songs,
philosophical.
Oh, island in the sun,
will to me by my father's hand.
All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters,
your shining sands.