This is my island in the sun,
where my people have stoiled 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 hand,
all my days I will sing in praise of your forest water,
your shining sun.
As
morning breaks the heaven on high,
I lift my heavy load to the skies.
Sun come down with the 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 water,
your shining sun.
I see women on bended knees,
cotton cane for the family.
I see men by the water's side,
cast their net at the surge in time.
Oh, island in the sun,
will to me by my father's hand,
all my days I will sing in praise of your forest water,
your shining sun.
I hope the day will never come,
I can't awake to the sounds of drums.
Never let me miss carnival,
calypso sounds 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 water,
your shining sun.
All my days I will sing in praise of your forest water,
your shining sun.