(H. Belafonte, Burgess) 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 Built to me by my father's hand All my days I will sing in praise Of your forest waters Your shining sand As morning breaks The heaven on high I lift my heavy load to the sky Sun comes down with a burning glow Mingles my sweat with the earthly low Oh island in the sun Built to me by my father's hand All my days I will sing in praise Of your forest waters Your shining sand I see woman on bended knee Cutting cane for her family I see man at the water-side Casting nets at the surfing tide Oh island in the sun Built to me by my father's hand All my days I will sing in praise Of your forest waters Your shining sand I hope the day will never come That I can't awake to The sound of drum Never let me miss carnaval With calypso songs Philosophical. Oh island in the sun Built to me by my father's hand All my days I will sing in praise Of your forest waters Your shining sand
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