| Lyrics: | - O land of soft, fresh breezes
And verdant trees so fair,
With the Creator's
glory
Reflected ev'rywhere,
O sea of palest em'rald,
Merging to darkest
blue,
Whene'er my thoughts fly Godward,
I always think of you.
Dear, verdant island, set
in blue Caribbean Sea,
I'm coming, coming very soon, O beautious isle, to thee.
Although I
wandered far,
My heart enshrines thee yet.
Homeland, fair Cayman Isle,
I cannot thee
forget.
- Away from noise of cities,
Their fret and carking care,
With moonbeams' soft
caresses,
Unchecked by garish glare,
Thy fruit with rarest juices,
Abundant, rich and
free,
When sweet church bells are chiming,
My fond heart yearns for thee.
- When tired
of all excitement
And glam'rous worldly care,
How sweet thy shores to reach
And find a
welcome there,
And when comes on the season
Of peace, goodwill to man,
'Tis then I love
thee best of all,
Beloved Isle Cayman.
Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva Branco |
