Island In The Sun — Harry Belafonte

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

Solo

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