This is my islands in the sun.
Where many people
have toiled since time begun.
I may sail on many a sea.
The shore will always be home to me.
* Oh island in the sun..
Willed to me by my father’s hand.
Al my days I will sing in praise.
Of the forest waters, your shining sun.
As morning breaks the heaven on high.
I lift my heavy head to the sky.
She comes down with a burning glow.
Mingles my sweat with the earth below.
I see women on banded knees.
Cuttings cames for their families.
I see men at the water’s side.
Casting nets at the surging tide.