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,
We?ll stroll once more.

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.

(interval)

I hear the voice of my land
Calling me it seems,
That fair Hawaiian island,
My isle of golden dreams.