| G | C | | This is my island | in the sun |
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| D7 | G | | Where my | people have toiled since | time begun. |
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| G | Am | | I may sail on | many a sea |
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| G | D7 | G | | Her | shores will always be | home to | me. |
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| | | G | C | | | | Oh, island | in the sun, |
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| | | D7 | G | | | | Willed to me by my | father's hand |
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| | | G | C | | | | All my days I will | sing and praise |
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| | | D7 | G | | | Of your | forests, waters, your | shining sands. |
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| G | C | | As morning breaks the | heaven on high |
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| D7 | G | | I | lift my heavy | load to the sky. |
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| G | Am | | Sun comes down with a | burning glow |
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| G | D7 | G | | Mingles my sweat with the | earth be | low. |
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| G | C | | I see woman on | bended knees |
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| D7 | G | | Cutting cane for her | family. |
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| G | Am | | I see man at the | water side |
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| G | D7 | G | | Casting nets at the | surging | tide. |
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| G | C | | I hope the day will | never come |
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| D7 | G | | That | I can't awake to the | sound of a drum, |
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| G | Am | | Never let me miss | carnival |
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| G | D7 | G | | With caly | pso songs philo | sophi | cal. |
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