CThis is my island Fin the sun
Where my G7people have toiled since Ctime begun.
CI may sail on Dmimany a sea
Her Cshores will always be G7home to Cme.
R: COh, island Fin the sun,
G7Willed to me by my Cfather's hand
CAll my days I will Fsing and praise
Of your G7forests, waters, your Cshining sands.
CAs morning breaks the Fheaven on high
I G7lift my heavy Cload to the sky.
CSun comes down with a Dmiburning glow
CMingles my sweat with the G7earth beClow.
r:
CI see woman on fbended knees
G7Cutting cane for her Cfamily.
CI see man at the Dmiwater side
CCasting nets at the G7surging Ctide.
R:
CI hope the day will Fnever come
That G7I can't awake to the Csound of a drum,
CNever let me miss Dmicarnival
With calyCpso songs philoG7sophiCcal.
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