Perhaps I’m sentimental…. but when it comes to the question of migration, I’ve not given it a second thought. Why would I consider uprooting myself or family to do so? Yes some of the countries I have visited can be enticing but nothing beats the familiarity of my homeland. This oldie says it all…erm minus the cane cutting and fishing…hee hee
Harry Belafonte - Island In The Sun
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 sand
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 in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
I see woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
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 in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
I pray the day will never come
When I can’t awake to the sound of drum
Never let me miss carnival
With calypso songs philosophical
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 sand
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