| This is my island in the sun |
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Where my people have toiled since time begun. |
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Her shores will always be home to me. |
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Willed to me by my father's hand |
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All my days I will sing and praise |
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Of your forests, waters, your shining sands. |
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As morning breaks the heaven on high |
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I lift my heavy load to the sky. |
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Sun comes down with a burning glow |
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Mingles my sweat with the earth below. |
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I see woman on bended knees |
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Cutting cane for her family. |
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I see man at the water side |
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Casting nets at the surging tide. |
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I hope the day will never come |
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That I can't awake to the sound of a drum, |
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Never let me miss carnival |
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With calypso songs philosophical. |
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