Island in the Sun
Lord Burgess, Harry Belafonte / Harry Belafonte (1957)
E | !Bemerkung | A | |
This | is my island | in the sun, |
B7 | E | |
Where my | people have toiled since | time begun. |
E | F#m | |
I may sail on | many a sea, |
E | B7 | E | |
Her | shores will always be | home to | me. |
E | A | |
Oh, island | in the sun, |
B7 | E | |
Willed to me by my | father's hand. |
E | A | |
All my days I will | sing and praise |
B7 | E | |
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 below. |
Oh, island in the sun, |
Willed to me by my father's hand |
All my days I will sing and praise |
Of your forest, waters, your shining sands. |
I see woman on bended knees |
Cutting cane for her family. |
I see man at the water side |
Casting nets at the surging tide. |
Oh, island in the sun, |
Willed to me by my father's hand |
All my days I will sing and praise |
Of your forest, waters, your shining sands. |
F | A# | |
I hope the day will | never come, |
C7 | F | |
That I | can't awake to the | sound of drum, |
F | Gm | |
Never let me miss | carnival, |
F | C7 | F | |
With caly | pso songs philo | sophi | cal. |
F | A# | |
Oh, island | in the sun, |
C7 | F | |
Willed to me by my | father's hand |
F | A# | |
All my days I will | sing and praise |
C7 | F | |
Of your | forest, waters, your | shining sands. |