Harry Belafonte - Island in the sun
Tekst en muziek: Harry Belafonte en Irving Burgie alias Lord Burgess
(1957)






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
Willed 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 earth below



Oh, island in the sun
Willed 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 waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide



Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father’s hand
All my days
I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand



I pray the day will never come
When I can’t awake to the sound of drum
Never let me miss carnival
With calypso songs philosophical



Oh, island in the sun
Willed 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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