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"Haiti Cherie"

as sung by Harry Belafonte

Haiti Cherie, says Haiti is my beloved land.

Oh, I never knew that I'd have to leave you to understand,

Just how much I miss the gallant Citadel,

Where, days long ago, brave men served this country well.

Where sun is bright, or evening with soft moonlight,

A shading tree, Creole maiden for company,

A gentle breeze, a warm caress, if you please,

Work, laughter and play, yes, we'll always be this way.


Haiti Cherie, now I've returned to your soil so dear.

Let me hear again the things that give music to my ear,

The shepherd's horn that welcomes the rising morn,

When roads overflow as crowds to island market go.


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