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- Far out in the Pacific
- Two thousand miles away
- There lie some magic islands
- Where all men love to stray
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- The sea nymphs piled the coral
- Up above the ocean's crest
- And then the legend has it
- The angels did the rest
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- They painted pretty valleys
- And they builded stately hills
- They dug out lovely canyons
- And they turned on laughing rills
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- They scattered ferns and flowers
- In the lowlands and the high
- And when they were completed
- Why they called the group Hawaii
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- Chorus:
- I seem to hear the Pali calling me
- I seem to hear the surf at Waikiki
- And from Pacific Heights
- I seem to see the lights
- Of a city that is very dear to me
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- I seem to see the waving sugar cane
- The coco palms all nodding in the rain
- In fancy I am led
- Back to dear old Diamond Head
- Honolulu, I am coming back again
- Honolulu, I am coming back again
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