Queen
of the Caribbean! Solemn
peaks of jagged mountains pierce your misty sky,
Down the deep valleys rolling
thunder speaks
The rain-clouds burst the
torrent passes by.
And through the curtain like a
bridal veil
The sun peeps forth and all the
colours pale
Of soft-hued rainbows
splendour, dimmed with tears,
Light up each scene as
fairyland appears.