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 savior; 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,
Hey.