What is it about this island? 
That makes it to all paradise? 
Is it the people, plants, places 
That brings smiles to all faces. 
That venture into heaven 
on earth land? Spice isle!

The rain falls on white washed stones 
Trotting horses sweat out a day’s labour
Drawing many tourists thru streets 
worn by use in picturesque St George’s 

Oh! Mighty Grand Etang over yonder perched; 
A relic of some bygone disturbance,