This is my island in the sun,
Where my people have toiled since time begun;
Though I may sail on many a sea
Her shores will always be home to me.
Oh, island in the sun,
Willed to me by my father's hand.
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forests, waters, your shining sand.
When morning breaks the heaven on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky;
Sun comes down with a burning glow
That mingles my sweat with the earth below.
I see a woman on bended knee,
Cutting cane for her family.
I see a man at the waterside,
Casting nets at the surging tide.
Singing Together, Spring 1985, BBC Publications
West Indies, by Harry Belafonte and Lord Burgess.