1.
O land of soft, fresh breezes,
Of verdant trees so fair
With the Creator’s glory
Reflected ev’rywhere.
O sea of palest em’rald,
Merging to darkest blue,
When ’ere my thoughts fly Godward,
I always think of you.
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Dear, verdant island, set
In blue Caribbean sea,
I’m coming, coming very soon,
O beauteous isle, to thee.
Although I’ve wandered far,
My heart enshrines thee yet.
Homeland! Fair Cayman Isle
I cannot thee forget.
2.
Away from noise of cities,
Their fret and carking care,
With moonbeams’ soft caresses,
Unchecked by garish glare,
Thy fruit and rarest juices,
Abundant, rich and free,
When sweet church bells are chiming,
My fond heart yearns for thee.
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3.
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, good will to man,
’Tis then I love thee best of all,
Beloved Isle, Cayman!
Chorus