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
I seem to hear the Pali calling me
I seem to hear the surf at Waikiki
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 cocoa palms all nodding in the rain
In fancy I am led Back to dear old Diamond Head
Honolulu, I'm coming back again
They painted pretty valleys, And they build-ed 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 Hawaii
I seem to hear the Pali calling me
I seem to hear the surf at Waikiki
And from Pacific Heights, I can see the lights
Of a city that is very dear to me
I seem to see the waving sugar cane
The cocoa palms are nodding in the rain
Back to dear old Diamond Head
Honolulu, I am coming back again
Honolulu, I am coming back again
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