Harry Belafonte

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
built 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 earthly low
Oh island in the sun
built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise
of your forest waters
your shining sand
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