| Waimanalo sun on the waves
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| One thousand mornings, I’m still amazed
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| Color of the iris of God’s open gaze
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| Waimanalo winds, please behave
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| In between the tides
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| A magic world resides
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| You can only see it with the eyes of a child
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| The big old world, it spins
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| Another day begins
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| How late did we stay up?
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| Who knows when we’ll wake up
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| Out on the reef all the bellowing foam
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| Sounding out its warning to welcome us home
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| Moon takes its place with a primeval glow
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| Kind of sleep you sure never know
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| In between the tides
|
| A magic world resides
|
| You can only see it with the eyes of a child
|
| The big old world, it spins
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| And another day begins
|
| How late did we stay up?
|
| Who knows when we’ll wake up
|
| Waimanalo sun on the waves
|
| One thousand mornings, I’m still amazed
|
| Color of the iris of God’s open gaze
|
| Waimanalo winds, please behave
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| Waimanalo winds, please behave
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| Waimanalo winds, please behave |