Island of the Sun - Harry Belafonte

This my island in the sun,

where my people have toiled since the time begun.

I may sail on mant sea,

these shores will allways be home to me.

Oh, Island in the sun

buildt to me by my fathers hand.

All my days I will sing and prays,

of your forrest, water, your shining sign.

As morning breaks, my heaven on high,

I lift my heavy load to the sky.

Sun comes down with a burning flame,

lingures my sweat with the earth below.

Oh, Island in the sun

buildt to me by my fathers hand.

All my days I will sing and prays,

of your forrest, water, your shining sign.

I see woman on bended knees,

cutting cane for her family.

I see man on waterside,

casting nets on the surge of tides.

Oh, Island in the sun

buildt to me by my fathers hand.

All my days I will sing and prays,

of your forrest, water, your shining sign.

I hope the day will never come,

when I can’t wake to the sound of drums.

never let me miss carnaval,

with calypso songs full of kindly ones.

OH ISLAND IN THE SUN,

BUILDT TO ME BY MY FATHERS HAND.

ALL MY DAYS I WILL SING AND PRAYS,

OF YOUR FORREST, WATER, YOUR SHINING SIGN…

OH, oh…