Classic Poem

O ye gentle breeze which wafts to me
Sweet cherished memories of thee,
Of that sweet never-fading flower
That blooms in the fields of Paoakalani.

Chorus:
Though I've often seen those beauteous flowers
That grew at Uluhaimalama
But none of those could be compared
To my flower which blooms in the fields of Paoakalani.

Her face is fair to behold
With softest eyes as black as jet,
Pink cheeks so delicate of hue,
That grew in the fields of Paoakalani.

Now name to me the one I love,
Ye gentle breezes passing by,
And bring to me that blossom fair
That blooms in the fields of Paoakalani.