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Waimanalo

 

Waimanalo


Waimanalo sun on the waves
One thousand mornings, I'm still amazed
Color of the iris of God's open gaze
Waimanalo winds, please behave

In between the tides
A magic world resides
You can only see it with the eyes of a child
The big old world, it spins
Another day begins
How late did we stay up?
Who knows when we'll wake up

Out on the reef all the bellowing foam
Sounding out its warning to welcome us home
Moon takes its place with a primeval glow
Kind of sleep you sure never know

In between the tides
A magic world resides
You can only see it with the eyes of a child
The big old world, it spins
And another day begins
How late did we stay up?
Who knows when we'll wake up

Waimanalo sun on the waves
One thousand mornings, I'm still amazed
Color of the iris of God's open gaze
Waimanalo winds, please behave
Waimanalo winds, please behave
Waimanalo winds, please behave

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