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- Far out in the Pacific
- Two thousand miles away
- There lie some magic islands
- Where all men love to stray
The sea nymphs piled the coral
- Up above the ocean's crest
- And then the legend has it
- The angels did the rest
They painted pretty valleys
- And they built stately hills
- They dug out lovely canyons
- And they turned on laughing rills
They scattered ferns and flowers
- In the lowlands and the high
- And when they were completed
- Why they called the group Hawaiʻi
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- Chorus:
I seem to hear the Pali calling me
I seem to hear the surf
at Waikīkī
And from Pacific Heights
I seem to see the lights
Of a city that is very dear to me
I seem to see the waving sugar cane
The coco palms all nodding
in the rain
In fancy I am led
Back to dear old Diamond Head
Honolulu, I am coming back again
Honolulu, I am coming back again
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