| I hear the voice of my land
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| Calling me it seems
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| Those fair Hawaiian Islands
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| My isle of golden dreams.
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| Out of the mist, lips I have kissed, call tenderly
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| Out of the west, hands I have pressed, beckon to me
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| Over the sea, waiting for me, lonely and blue
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| Somebody sighs, somebody cries, I love you, I love you.
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| Drifting in dreams, drifting it seems, back to the shore
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| Where hand in hand, over the sand we’ll stroll once more
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| Heart of my heart, we’ll never part, I hear her say
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| But with the dawn, my dreams have gone, astray.
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| I hear the voice of my land
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| Callin' me it seems
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| Those fair Hawaiian Islands
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| My isle of golden dreams… |