Little Farmers Cay
Written by Diane H. Parker

Little Farmers Cay -
smiling in the turquoise sea,
lazing in the sun at noon,
dreaming safe beneath the moon.
Where sky meets sand and sea -
my precious island, Farmers Cay.
This is home to me and it will always be. 

Daytime on the Cay -
thrasher singing in the tree, buzzing bee,
sun is shining down on me.
Swaying of the trees, 
rising tide and rising breeze -
what a perfect place to be.

On Little Farmers Cay -
smiling in the turquoise sea,
lazing in the sun at noon,
dreaming safe beneath the moon.
Where sky meets sand and sea -
my precious island, Farmers Cay.
This is home to me and it will always be. 

In the falling dark -
laughing voices and dogs bark, at the dock
boats are sleeping peacefully.
Windows golden light,
a million stars are burning bright -
what a perfect place to be.

Back home on Farmers Cay -
smiling in the turquoise sea,
lazing in the sun at noon,
dreaming safe beneath the moon.
Where sky meets sand and sea -
my precious island, Farmers Cay.
This is home to me and it will always be. 

This is home to me and it will always be.
This is home to me -
my precious island, Farmers Cay.