La Isla

There is an island full of charm where I will go to live
Beautiful and fragrant where the master goes down to dream
There are birds on my island that sing love songs
And reclining in the gardens one sees the Lord

The island of my golden dreams
The island where the Lord is
The island where my soul adores
My king and my savior

They say that heaven is already preparing its golden streets
And that its adorned porches are ready
They say that an angel very hurriedly and eagerly
Is preparing the book where the master will call

The island of my golden dreams
The island where the Lord is
The island where my soul adores
My king and my savior