- For every grain of sand at Waikiki
- A love affair becomes a memory
- And every wave that hurries by, my darling
- Is just another tear, a kiss, a sigh
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- That old Hawaiian moon is riding high
- My lonely heart is crying, here am I
- Take me, make me yours alone
- And let the future be
- Among the golden sands of Waikiki
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