Island In The Sun Songtext
von The Paragons
Island In The Sun Songtext
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
Build 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
Build 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
Build 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
Build to me by my father's hand
All my days i will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
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
Build 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
Build 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
Build 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
Build to me by my father's hand
All my days i will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
Writer(s): Irving Burgie, Harry Belafonte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com