This is my night of love
This is the hour of Kalua
Her song is in the air
Her lips are waiting there.
Who will be Kalua's only love?

Before the night is old my arms will hold Kalua
And as the tradewinds blow, soft and low.
Our love will blossom, bright in the night
And stars will sing above the love song of Kalua.


Before the night is old my arms will hold Kalua
And as the tradewinds blow, soft and low.
Our love will blossom, bright in the night
And stars will sing above the love song of Kalua...