Out of the mist lips I have kissed
call tenderly.
Out of the west hands I have pressed

beckon to me.

Over the sea waiting for me

lonely and blue
Somebody sighs, somebody cries,
"I love you, I love you"


Drifting in dreams, drifting it seems
back to the shore,

Where hand in hand, over the sand,
Weʻll stroll once more.


I hear him say,
But with the dawn my dreams
have gone away.


I hear the voice of my land
Calling me it seems,

That fair Hawaiian island,
My isle of golden dreams.


(interval)

I hear the voice of my land

Calling me it seems,
That fair Hawaiian island,
My isle of golden dreams.