Harry Belafonte - Island in the Sun

^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 be^Clow.

^CI see woman on ^fbended knees ^G7Cutting cane for her ^Cfamily. ^CI see man at the ^Dmiwater side ^CCasting nets at the ^G7surging ^Ctide.

^CI hope the day will ^Fnever come That ^G7I can't awake to the ^Csound of a drum, ^CNever let me miss ^Dmicarnival With caly^Cpso songs philo^G7sophi^Ccal.