Sands of Waikiki - Words & music by Jack Pitman


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
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


Source: Copyright 1962 Criterion Music Corp