Melveen Leed My Isle Of Golden Dreams
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.
Heart of my heart "no more weʻll part",
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.
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I hear the voice of my land
Calling me it seems,
That fair Hawaiian island,
My isle of golden dreams.
