I pray in church every Sunday, "Lord, send my troubles away
Tear them down, send them out of town," but they still around the next day
Now I know God is my saviour; he don't want me have no more pain
It seems so clear, since my trouble's here, it is me he be sending away
So, send me, Lord, to the island, where palm trees sway by the shore
Where life is slow and the cool wind blow, and I won't have trouble no more
And I won't have no trouble no more
Now, who goin' pay for my boat ride?
Money don't grow on no tree
When God is guiding, he'll be providing - oh, hurry up, Lord, will you please?
Now, I am the picture of patience, I know how to trust in the Lord
I will wait on him, put my faith in him, and I'll give him just one hour more
Oh, send me, Lord, to the island, where palm trees sway by the shore
Where life is slow and the cool wind blow, and I won't have trouble no more
Everybody...send me, Lord, to the island, where palm trees sway by the shore
Where life is slow and the cool wind blow, and I won't have trouble no more
And I won't have no trouble no more
Now, when I go to the island, a brand new man I will be
I will read and pray, witness every day 'cause my mind will be trouble free
The island could be a mission, where thousands of natives are saved
I'd be Billy Graham in a foreign land...ah, but too much of this place is paved
Altogether now
Send me, Lord, to the island, where palm trees sway by the shore
Where life is slow and the cool wind blow, and I won't have trouble no more
Everybody...send me, Lord, to the island, where palm trees sway by the shore, (everybody)
Where life is slow and the cool wind blow, and I won't have trouble no more
And I won't have no trouble no more
Sing the chorus... Send me, Lord, to the island, where palm trees sway by the shore
Where life is slow and the cool wind blow, and I won't have trouble no more
Sing a little softer... Send me, Lord, to the island, where palm trees sway by the shore, (sounds so cool)
Where life is slow and the cool wind blow, and I won't have trouble no more
Sing a little louder... Send me, Lord, to the island, where palm trees sway by the shore
Where life is slow and the cool wind blow, and I won't have trouble no more
And I won't complain anymore
And I won't backslide anymore
And I won't have trouble on more, no
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