Hanohano Pauahi i ka uhiwai
Me ka ua kilihune o ke kuahiwi
Hone ana e ka leo o ke kelepona
E kono mai ana iaʻu e kipa aku
Launa pū me nā hoa aloha
Ia home hoʻokipa pumehana
Hoʻohihi nā manu i ka laʻi
Hoʻolaʻi nā malihini i ka nani
E ake ana e ʻike iā Papaloa
A he loa, a he loa mai hoʻi kau
Ia home kaulana o ia uka
Moani ana ke ʻala o nā pua
Mea ʻole ke alanui kīkeʻekeʻe
I ka holu mālie hoʻi a ka jeep
Hea aku nō au, ō mai ʻoukou
Nā pua lei aloha a Kinuē
Nā pua lei aloha a Kinuē | Glorious, Pauahi in the mist
And fine rain of the mountain
Sweet, soft voice on the telephone
Inviting me to visit
Enjoying together with dear friends
The warm hospitality of this home
The birds are lured by the quiet calm
The guest content in beautiful surroundings
Longing to see Papaloa
So far away, so distant
This home, well-known in these uplands
Wafting sweet fragrance of the flowers
The crooked road is as nothing
To the easy swaying of the jeep
I call, you answer
Beloved children of Kinuē (Descendants)
Beloved children of Kinuē (Descendants)
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Source: Songs
of Helen Desha Beamer, ©
1988 P.C. Beamer Jr. After a visit to the mountain homes, Pauahi and Papaloa, of the Arthur Greenwell family in Kealakekua, Lilinoe Wall wrote this poem to commemorate her visit. It was set to music by her dear friend, Helen D. Beamer.
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