ISLAND IN THE SUN
-Harry Belafonte
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-Irving Burgie
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, willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise of your forest waters, your shining sands
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 be-low
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I see woman on bended knee,
cutting cane for her family
I see man at the water side,
casting nets at the surging tide.
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