You have got some of my bones

And you’ve got one too Mr. Jones

Beautiful girls

Slumbering in solemn glory

From a snowy fringe

To a sunny surf

I thought I knew

Honolulu

Away, down in the south seas

Today through the market place

when I hear the drums calling outside my door

because we don’t really know

what’s under the volcano

I knew she knew

Honolulu

Soft atmosphere

My dreams are warmer here

She stood the edge

We don’t really know, what’s under the volcano

We don’t really know, what’s under the volcano

I knew she knew

Honolulu

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