In fragrance night, she hula dances slowly,
After the spectral sun has gone down lowly.
She sways to the motions of the palm trees,
And so appears to be dancing with the breeze!

Like a mermaid swimming in the endless sea,
She carelessly rides sparkling waves easily.
A wild exotic bloom, the island is her home,
And sun rises in tinged glory, above sea foam.

She knows the language of wild carefree days,
Covered in the rich beauty of sunshine haze,
And of the inky nights, encrusted with stars,
And paleness of moonlight, with red, red Mars.