| This is my island in the sun
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| Where my people have
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| Toiled since time begun
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| I may sail on many a sea
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| Her shores will always be home to me
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| Oh island in the sun
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| Built to me by my father’s hand
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| All my days I will sing in praise
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| Of your forest waters
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| Your shining sand
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| As morning breaks
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| The heaven on high
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| I lift my heavy load to the sky
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| Sun comes down with a burning glow
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| Mingles my sweat with the earth low
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| Oh island in the sun
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| Built to me by my father’s hand
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| All my days I will sing in praise
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| Of your forest waters
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| Your shining sand
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| I see woman on bended knee
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| Cutting cane for her family
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| I see man at the water-side
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| Casting nets at the surfing tide
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| Oh island in the sun
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| Built to me by my father’s hand
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| All my days I will sing in praise
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| Of your forest waters
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| Your shining sand
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| I hope the day will never come
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| That I can’t awake to
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| The sound of drum
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| Never let me miss carnaval
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| With calypso songs
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| Philosophical
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| Oh island in the sun
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| Built to me by my father’s hand
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| All my days I will sing in praise
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| Of your forest waters
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| Your shining sand |