In the aquamarine seas where the trade winds play, Where sun-kissed waves dance, in a rhythmic ballet, Lies a land of enchantment, a tropical embrace, The Bahamas, where Lucayans left their trace.
In ages past, beneath the Caribbean sun, The Lucayans thrived, a people second to none. In archipelagic beauty, their home did unfold, A haven of coral, where stories were told.
On sandy shores, 'neath coconut palms' sway, The Lucayans sang, their voices in a coastal ballet. They wove tales in seashells, whispered in the breeze, Chronicles of a people, harmonized with the seas.