ISOLE CAYMAN
- 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.