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

 [bad word] 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

Solo

I see woman on bended knee

Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the water-side

Casting nets at the surfing tide

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

I hope the day will [bad word] 

That I can't awake to the sound of [bad word] 

Never let me miss carnaval

With calypso songs
Philosophical.

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