Aloha my friends...great music...I miss Gabby Pahnini...the late 60's in and wonderful music...Honolulu I. Am coming back again....first time since 1985...hope the Su day Monoa are still playing
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 They painted pretty valleys And they built 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 Hawaiʻi Chorus: I seem to hear the Pali calling me I seem to hear the surf at Waikīkī 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 coco palms all nodding in the rain In fancy I am led Back to dear old Diamond Head Honolulu, I am coming back again Honolulu, I am coming back again
Aloha my friends...great music...I miss Gabby Pahnini...the late 60's in and wonderful music...Honolulu I. Am coming back again....first time since 1985...hope the Su day Monoa are still playing
Hi Bill Davis,
Sunday Manoa no more. Peter Moon and Roland Cazimero both passed away years ago. Robert Cazimero still performs. ✌🏻🎼🎶🌈
Aloha from the mainland! Such good voices, and musicianship. Mahalo for sharing! I miss Hawaii. 💖🌺🌴 🎶🎶
Just scheduled our return trip for next year. This song is perfect for how I feel.
Robin V mahalo nui loa!
nice & relaxing...always makes me feel homesick when iʻm away and hear this. mahalo!
truth2happiness mahalo nui loa!
Just returned from my eleventh visit and am already thinking about my next. The place gets into your blood.
Fine song,Aloha from Hawaii
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
They painted pretty valleys
And they built 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 Hawaiʻi
Chorus:
I seem to hear the Pali calling me
I seem to hear the surf at Waikīkī
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 coco palms all nodding in the rain
In fancy I am led
Back to dear old Diamond Head
Honolulu, I am coming back again
Honolulu, I am coming back again