Island In The Sun (from ''Island In The Sun'') Songtext
von Harry Belafonte

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 hope 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